Category Archives: Accuser of the faithful

A SPRITE WHISPERED

A SPRITE…whispered in my ear,

Where have our people gone….

Something called “Democracy”

They claim has gone terribly wrong!

They ignore us despite our cries,

They say the winner’s wrong…

They look at us with evil eyes

No more to sing our songs?

They claim all the voters are

taken by a plot…

They’re not happy with the choice

that the people got?

Even sprites and fairies know

That corruption is evil…

but will these former friends see that—

Maybe they never will!

I guess like Puff the Dragon,

Who lived by the sea….

these spoiled children are no friends

Of folks thinking positively!

How we miss our friends who were

filled with love who now hate…

When will they stop this foolish quest

and come to us and celebrate?

–Jonathan Caswell

Poet and friendly to fairies in general. Ā šŸ˜€

 

 

PSALM 120: 6-7 AN OPINION

There are times I’d like to be under a rock

When arrows of hate fly by…

When Ā mobs shouting slogans are the ones being cocked

As a rapid-fire gun letting fly!

I preach peace and understanding

Of a human as evil as they…

But if they don’t get what they want this very second

Rational people are blown away!

Do you know the rulers who denied and ignored you

Are the very hateful ones yelling charge?

Higher-ups in the background. egging you forward

Only want their power enlarged?

“Progressives” don’t care about your families

Your finding jobs or taking a breath

Of freedom–they desire you stay dependent

And if desired–send you to death.

Raging at beck and call of professional handlers

Is not the way to be free…

Stop and think who you are really serving,

Will you listen to reason—MAYBE?

I call for peace and understanding

Not hate and blind fury…

Mobs tear down walls and break into disorder,

The reasoned among you better hurry!

On this rock I stand,

who will stand with me?

Will anyone see danger in the wind?

If no one else can vouch for a jury

Then civil rule may soon end!

An Opinion Piece–the Scripture says, in effect, “when I am for peace, they are for war!”

WHO HERE IS REALLY FOR WAR,

OR CAN SEE THE LOOMING DANGER OF RIOTING MOBS CAUGHT UP WITH ONE IDEA—NOT CARING FOR ANYONE’S OR ANYONE ELSE?

wake up you people.

–Jonathan Caswell, poet with as much right to his opinion as those being encouraged to riot in the streets—or trumpet hate here!

WITH THE PATIENCE OF JOB?(pronounced…Jobe)

Charged with the patience of Job,

He feels tugs on his earlobe…

Does he have

Some healing salve,

To give the failing some hope?

He says, commit ye to God,

Don’t fight against cattle prods…

In your life to suggest

Knowing God is the best,

Way to make certain the odds!

For Job wasn’t patient at all,

His friends thought it was his fall…

Only god knew

And Elihu,

Understood Job at all!

–Jonathan Caswell

A BLOUSE TOO SMALL!

“Gap-o-sis” in women’s tops,

Might lead to man’s traffic stops…

Looks rather unkempt

Mixed motives meant,

Could be dangerous in this world!

One is far more likely

To please if dressed nicely…

A smaller blouse

Turns you big as a house,

Some women think that they look spicy!

If you can find theĀ appropriate size,

Love handles won’t be aggrandized…

Assets won’t be

Squished uncomfortably,

And less likely be criticized.

In truth some guys like that style,

For comments and wolfish smiles…

Dress appropriately–

More respectfully

We men won’t suspect your guile!

–Jonathan Caswell

(A clothing opinion—works for too-shall guys’ shirts, too!)

TOO LATE…NOW

You see her eyes are waiting

For the shoe to drop…

“What will he say awkward today,

He’s unable to stop.

Hear those warning bells

Whenever he stops by…

Here where he dwells—

I have to watch this guy!

He and she were friends,

Friendly, anyway…

Until he shot his mouth off

Pulling away.

What was an enjoyable job,

Became a little riskier…

He is sad when he sees

Her eyes concerned not mistier!

–J.E.C.

HE DID IT–NO EVIL TWIN!

Alas his evil twin,

Tried to implicate him…

The man’s “old nature”

In nomenclature,

Had influenced his whim!

Showcasing body parts,

Some consider arts…

But from which side–

The dark or the light–

The answer judges the art.

Removing the object in question,

Increasingly moral suggestion…

Is good for the soul–

The evil twins’ null–

Improving Scriptural digestion!*

–Jonathan Caswell

*1st Peter 3: 7 refers to wives…applies to all woman-folk, in the doing of Christian love!

THANK GOD FOR ISRAEL!!!

Thank God for Israel,

Democracy’s citadel…

In the middle

Of Arabs who fiddle,

Making the Holy Land hell.

Israelis treat all alike,

Their neighbors do the opposite out of spite…

Hate inculcating

Their children berating,

Whenever they see the Light.

Attitudes anti-Semitic

Are totally pathetic…

Israeli employment

Brings Arab enjoyment

Of the good life–that’s very specific!

Only the Evil One blinds

So many intelligent minds…

God will save

Israel brave,

Despite soldiers, guns and mines!

–Jonathan Caswell

A POET STANDS…CORRECTED!

Adding to his Headers,

An eyelid of his friends spreader…

The presumptive queen

I admit had a gleam

Of hope before they shred her!

She’s not an RS-1,

And her Presidential bids are done,

But I’ll give her this–

Or at least the gist–

She did what she felt must be done!

Some doubt she’ll be prosecuted,

Is Christian love so rooted…

Maybe we’ll see

Changed strategy,

I doubt the inner character’s been rebooted.

With just a little tag,

She is in front of our flag…

With hopes that she

Patriotically,

Won’t see America as a drag.

–Jonathan Caswell

A QUIET SUNDAY AFTERNOON

A quiet Sunday afternoon,

I’m covering for a friend…

Eating buttered pastry cold

And working until his shift’s end.

There must be something wrong with me,

I didn’t attend church…

I’m feeling like it’s deja vu—

Left spiritually in the lurch.

I don’t think the wife fully understands,

I’m not sure I do either…

Instead of going to one or the other

I’m attending neither!

Making a break from old to new

Was easier when alone…

Having eagle eyes watching me

Discourages me at home.

Remembering appointments has

More difficult become…

Seeing my wife’s messiness

Is a double–triple “bum”.

I cannot deny

My losing right and left…

Important things to keep

Of good sense am I bereft?

–J.E.C.

IS HE ON REPEAT MODE?

Considering his past,

Is he an iconoclast…

Dropping bad spawn

So folks move on,

Did he those dice cast?

Or is this the second week,

Of a wait he has to make…

Can he not see

Catastrophe,

For someone else’s sake?

Is another “friend”

Away from him to wend…

Has he said

Too much instead,

A fence that he cannot mend?

==Jonathan Caswell