Category Archives: absent-minded

LET US SLEEP ON IT*

woe betide them that try

to se in stone what needs more time…

My turn table lost?*

without further cost?

Then I looked near bed time!

I thought I’d lost my lead

To that tyrn table, but indeed…

A curve could be made

With large enough radius laid,

To satisfy the using of steam.

A switch I’d previously cut in,

To one engine stall could run…

The other could Branch

From the turn table switch–

My space problem was overcome!

Envisioning a massive water wheel,

Fed by a sluice pipe has appeal…

This motorized–

Already planned (what a surprise?),

For which the tourists would positively SQUEAL!

And then, the bridge over a mill dam flood—

If I wanted, a covered bridge wouldn’t take TOO MUCH blood…!

Just for light tourist trains–

Steel reinforced all the same–

An occasional short freight could be good!

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I wish I could draw all this now,

All it took was time to see how…

Possibilities arise

by opening one’s eyes,Imagination plus a day’s-worth of wrinkled brow!

–Jonathan Caswell

*NOTE–Refer back to the post..ECONOMIC CHOICES IN MINIATURE…posted yesterday~!

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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

 

THE CHRISTMAS TRAIN–SURVIVES!

The train ’round our tree survives,

It must own several lives…

train tracks glued down

won’t shift around,

But the trains do go flying–surprise!

Being careful my wife and I,

Have avoided seeing the train fly…

It at times left the rails

So far my steamer fails,

To run here–I don’t know why?

Helps that we have no kids,

Nor cats to sit amidst…

Not much room

Nor do our trains zoom,

But they’ve been known to do splits!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

POWERFUL GRIP!!!

He wasn’t going to bring,

Until his wife’s suggesting…

With no thought

His computer brought,

It proves itself addicting!

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Collecting image files,

His face fixedly smiles…

In his zeal

He skips a meal,

And that is a real surprise!

To get balanced tomorrow night,

He’ll leave the thing home that night…

We hope he’s learned

When desires burn,

It can be a difficult fight!

–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.

 

 

FORK LIMBO

Not talking of bent underneath,

But forks whose existence ceased…

Unexplainable

Evidence unobtainable,

The hair on this head duly creased!

Unexplained portals in time,

Is this what happened to mine?

Does a quantum mechanic

Have something for panic,

Because of something stealing him blind?

If he washes dishes,

His answer may be less suspicious…

This lazy gourmand

At the bottom of his pond,

May discover forks propitious!

–Jonathan Caswell.