Category Archives: about girls?

HE’S BA-A-A-A-CK!

He’s back to the hurly and burley,

Alone with his thoughts going squirrelly…

Kind folk did

Come to where he hid,

But retirement was too early!

He won’t go away,

Unless the Rapture’s today!

He misses the crowd

And shouting out loud,

To let folks hear what he’ll say!

Great cheers to the eighteen or so,

Visiting a blog readership low…

He’ll keep you informed–

His heart truly warmed–

For support you chose  to bestow.

Broken promises forgotten,

Being put off felt rotten…

Of you very few

I’m beholden to you,

For in compassion you were stopping!

–Jonathan Caswell

KNOWS WHAT TO POSE!

Young ones tend to learn fast,

How to an impression last…

How to pose hips

With smiling lips,

To garner attention fast!

So often a little tilt

Will a man’s heart wilt…

Practised form

Impressions warm,

Attraction or sudden guilt.

For her man behind the lens,

She makes attractive bends…

Not for me–

For marriage sanctity–

She flirts with him for love’s ends!

–Jonathan Caswell

IN LOVE WITH AN IDEA?

Ideas flow in one’s head,

closer one is to bed…

Impressions made

Often are laid’

Down in a sleepy head.

Then one doesn’t sleep,

The idea tends to creep,

And transfix the mind

For a long time,

To relax one must debrief!

Many are nights

When caught by loving delights…

Memories

Where actions cease,

Wishing with all of one’s might.

Finally to let go,

Asleep in a few hours or so…

disappointed

so appointed,

To have one’s wishes told “no”.

(An aging person’s poem)

–Jonathan Caswell

AMAZON—OR ORIENTAL—WARRIOR WOMAN

How sad and yet common,

That warrior women solemn…

Are seen two ways

In opposing gaze,

Defying the wisdom of Solomon.

The women’s warrior class,

Struggles against typecast…

Female roles

Stuck in pigeon holes,

Which some think a thing of the past.

Men on the other hand,

See female warriors grand…

Stories like Xena

Or scant-clad Athena,

Excite those male sex glands!

Thus MEN don’t take seriously,

War against patriarchy…

A male dominated

World overrated,

From which free spirits would be freed.

–Jonathan Caswell

(image from the “hortus closus” blog)

FIRST IMPRESSIONS

Impressions tell us about you,

But not always are they true…

A case in point–

Nose out of joint–

acting on assumptions about you!

Inner feelings formed

From first impressions warned…

Inner desires

Get hard wired,

A hidden explosive well-armed!

–Jonathan Caswell

WORDS, STORIES, FEELINGS

Reading words not meant,

For one’s eyes presents…

Sudden desire

For feeling fire,

Especially from that event.

Magazines easily avoided,

Go looking on blogs, you’ll find it…

Rich food for the eyes

Quick compromise,

Initially one doesn’t mind it!

Have-nots want what you have,

Innocents rarely are saved…

But thrown in

Never again

To deny they’ve craved.

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

MAY I INTERJECT

May I interject

An opinion that some suspect…

Judgmental at heart

But I would impart

Wisdom  that trend setters reject?

What is the desire to share

The latest in underwear…

Out in plain

Sight–what’s the game?

Are you trying to lose it that night?

As a guy, satin lace,

Is groovy but out of place?

Why advertise

The pleasant surprise–

I know, with the trends to keep pace!

Femininity in the open,

Are designers secretly hoping…

Planned Parenthood

Makes out good,

As result of a young man’s groping?

Ah yes, but it’s the style,

Sit down and listen a while?

Men will be men–

Do you realize you’ve been

An open invitation for his guile?

Yes, guys do think like that,

Canoodling after…a twat…

Give guys a mile

And they’ll make you smile,

Excuses won’t rectify that.

–Jonathan Caswell

THE PICK OF THE GLITTER!

He has the “pick of the glitter”,

To be a good vibes emitter…

a picture is yet

All he’s going to get,

To find beauty smiles he’s no quitter!

–J.E.C.

UNLIKELY TO BE LOVING YOU

(Fictional)

Unlikely to love you,

Although He’s tempted to…

You fill his eyes

with love disguised,

The problem is–it’s mot true!

Your loveliness holds him fast,

Professing love you’d be the last…

Earnestly seeking

The handsome man peeking,

With this one it’s a task!

He rips apart his love,

Tearfully leaving his dove…

Who cares not for him

In ambition,

She pushes him with her shove.

Beauty becomes a bane,

Left for the vain…

He finds a girl

who with him will curl

and never looks back but in pain.

–Jonathan Caswell