Category Archives: after the storm

NEW YEAR’S GREETINGS!

Cities have their  “First Night”

A multi-culture delight…

Oft fireworks

Are among the perks,

In all a beautiful sight!

The wife and I will be home,

Like Christmas, pretty much alone…

Community dinner

Will warm our winter,

TV programs mostly for the young!

On Cable we’ll find a movie,

Or go to bed early (so groovy!)…

A time slot we’ve made

For the Rose Bowl Parade,

After that, we’re not as choosy!

Praise God for another year,

To grow in the Spirit to hear…

His inner voice

And making the choice

To grow closer to Him so dear!

–Jonathan Caswell

Picture from a recent Worcester, Mass. First Night celebration.

PACKING A PIECE

Packing poetry,

For anyone scheduled to see…

One expects

To see what is next,

in verbal symmetry!

Most prefer them printed,

Often newly minted…

Hot off the press

Oft personalized no less,

A fact I’ve often hinted.

New doctors’ offices wait,

For samples for lunchroom debate…?

At least spending time

Entertained by rhyme,

A relaxing practice to date!

–J.E.C.

THE LITTLE GRAPEFRUIT

The grapefruit juice  went

Down his throat,

Down his throat,

Down his throat…

The grapefruit juice went  down his throat

And it started him to gag!

He got a drink of water

Eventually,

Eventually,

Eventually…

He got a drink of water eventually

Grapefruit are not his bag!

–Jonathan Caswell

(TUNE: JOSHUA FIT THE BATTLE OF JERICHO)

EXCUSE ME…!

Since when was this holiday

A Christian jamboree…

And when was it about Christ’s birth

Exclusively?

According to those who should know,

It was Winter Solstice time…

The sun was at its lowest point

And then began to climb…!

Christians–former pagans most–

Denied their revelry…

Church leaders wanted evangelized

Pagans who would see…

Christ’s birth celebrated

In holiness and respect,

Become interested and

Come into the church direct.

When the church went political with Emperor Constantine,

Everyone had to join the thing…

It wasn’t necessarily by choice or belief–

You HAD TO HEAR THE ANGELS SING!

Nonbelievers too

Had their own “underground” pews…

The “old ways” by the faithful stays

But not in public view.

Are the roles reversed,

When Christians can be cursed…?

The church’s power can’t make them cower

Or defeat  a pagan purse.

Most do not see the fetters–

Getting worse before it’s better…

Christ is King but suffering

Is for those whose faith matters.

Keep then looking up,

Your redemption draweth nigh…

We will share the communion cup

Till anew with Christ, alive!

–Jonathan Caswell

DID IT TO HIMSELF—GOOD!

It’s not like he knew he would,

Do it to himself good…

Just that

In a matter of fact,

It’s what he understood.

Knowing his temperament,

He wasn’t quite innocent…

Boundaries

Made safely,

Less chance she’d fear the gent.

He’s saddened by the whole thing,

Knowing his own being…

Trying to place

Her in his space,

One-sided deal not working.

With vigor abated,

It’s easier to stay related…

To his one friend–

His Missus again–

No other targets anticipated!

–J.E.C.

WHAT DID THE COVERED BRIDGE SAY TO THE SNOW PLOW?

The covered bridge creaked when it saw,

How big the plow was, in awe…

“Don’t cross here

“It’ll cost us dear,

The river will swallow us all!”

–J.E.C.

MINIATURE RAILWAYS PLOW SNOW TOO!

On the JOSHUA TREE,

And other riding railroads one can see….

Train running play

Plowing snow away,

As long as there’s no injuries!

–J.E.C.

WHO SAYS SMALL ISN’T POWERFUL???

A motorized rotary plow,

Miniaturized some how…

Spins really fast

And snow’s cast,

Off in the here and now.

I think this is “O” scale,

With big enough blades to flail…

Snow out its chute

And looks cute,

Prototypical in its detail!

It looks battery-powered,

To spin out the snow sideways showered…

Down to the lawn

Or what it’s built on,

Do you know how many tablespoons of snow moved per hour?

(From a You tube video)

–Jonathan Caswell

HARDLY SNOW-BOUND

All that heavy metal,

Snow tests its mettle…

If no snow plow

Run through anyhow,

Even small engines are not little!

–J.E.C.

WHAT WE’RE LOOKING FORWARD TO?

Found this wonderful view,

Of what we’ll be happy to view…

Slushy roads kissed

By  pea souper mist,

All this is waiting for you!

–J.E.C.