Category Archives: a shut-down!

OVERWHELMING IN LIFE

Spaghetti hits the fan,

Whatever goes wrong–can…

Letting things slide

Like suicide,

Leaves very little planned.

Brought it all on his head,

The wife’s got her own head…

Why try

Tired of the strive,

He wants to go back to bed.

Blames himself he’s isolated,

No confidant located…

But those for hire–

Credit’s expired–

In fewer discussions he’s participated!

Why anyone would stay,

He wants to hide away…

Have to muddle through–

Make an attempt to–

Would anyone pray?

–Jonathan Caswell

 

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CHURCH ATTENDANCE–A HYPOTHETICAL POEM

He rarely attends now,

It’s gone and got diff’rent somehow…

He feels pushed aside

Not welcomed inside,

No one’s been direct with him, anyhow!

They used to go faithfully,

Found the spirit there strong and free…

The Pastor moved on

And a preacher took on

Things with his own personality.

With his circle of friends,

For our subject, being close to a pastor ends…

You know his pride

Didn’t like “outside”

But he wanted to attend.

Then he and his wife

Both saw ill health in life….

Comparison

With others is sin,

And churned up internal strife!

The preacher/teacher and he,

(Too much alike?) weren’t happy…

It shifted into

“An authority over you”

Which wasn’t as healthy!

Various dissatisfactions

Led to complaints and  feigned actions….

Poor communication

Led to frustration,

In mutual distraction.

So now he stays at home

Sundays, with his wife alone…

No need to go

Taken for granted so,

But he’s stuck–this was his church home.

Socially depended on her,

His wife, for communication stirred…

When she took ill

He didn’t have the will,

To see that his opening up occurred.

He’s given his life for her,

Literally as it were…

Goes it alone

Reaching out he’s done,

Elsewhere–little left at “home”.

Options to go elsewhere?

Feels bound by his wife–so there!

Decision paralyzed–

Easier to survive

By himself, ‘though few benefits to share!

A “hypothetical poem”–which means it is just a poem….!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

 

 

I DON’T REALLY THINK HE MEANT TO…?

I don’t think he meant to,

Shove his blood sugar down through…

The danger zone

Way, way down,

Down where life might be through!

Discovered his mistake then,

Tried packing food in…

Chicken, roast beef,

Glucose tabs for relief,

And test all over again!

How much—oid he take (?)—

Too much for his sake…

“DR 500”

And he wondered,

If he sleeps, will he ever awake?

His insulin pen had jammed part way,

Drawing out with a syringe to save…

Medicine

Still within,

Not usually an idiot this way…!

–Jonathan Caswell

THOUGHT IT WAS MONDAY…!

Worked a Saturday shift,

Got mixed up in time just a bit…

Woke up confused–

Had I over snoozed,

Had I missed a doctor’s appointment?

Went out to our living room,

TV preachers, near noon…?

Missed church–

Left them in the lurch,

They’ll have to lead their own hymn tunes!

SUNDAY–we praise our LORD–

At church or home He’s adored…

But we confused

Miss out on Good News,

Assembling to hear God’s word!

–Jonathan Caswell

Featured illustration is a picture of a church similar to one the author attends.

 

 

AN EXPLANATION–THE “BLOGGERS TO AVOID” PAGE:

In form of a poem—of course!

The page, “Bloggers to Avoid.”

A subject with which I’ve toyed…

They aren’t really bad–

Just blogs that had-

Asked me their posts to void!

I have, without asking their reason,

Complied with proper completion…

Removed their posts

As a proper host,

Using the device of deletion.

Even if you like my page,

Go see the good things they have…

Really fine

Worth your time,

It’s just me they didn’t want engaged!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

TO ALL BELIEVERS OF ANY FAITH

It sounds controversial

For  a Christian to appeal…

To believers of all other gods

To lend their aid and deal…

With the human suffering

Of two major hurricanes

Families of many faiths

Enduring loss and pain!

Even if you have no god,

Please  think good thoughts to heal…

It’ll be a long time  till many folks

Return to an even keel;

This is what my Dad might have done

In his liberal theology…

Reaching out to all concerned

With no apology!

I’ m thinking of a special friend,

A blogger fresh and true…

Known as Holly Hunter

And other Floridians, too;

Her “House of Heart” is quiet till

She survives the storm….

I repeat my concern

For her a colleagues’ love is warm!

To our knees, lotus positions, or however you access the divine—for the sake all storm victims!

VISITED SPRINGFIELD, VERMONT (U.S.A.)

Ostensively to interview,

A teacher’s position or two…

On the way back

Stopped by track,

Of the SPRINGFIELD TERMINAL to view!

Should have known by default,

To “snap” the unloading salt…

Trestle in place

I kind of lost face,

The error was sole my fault!

A couple of car movers only

In the engine house, looking lonely…

A man let me in

Seeing my grin,

They hauled in salt cars only.

–Jonathan Caswell