Category Archives: an A-B-C-B rhyme scheme

DO FAIRIES GET HOT AND BOTHERED?

He’s not trying to suggest crime,

Just-how do they spend their time…?

Mystic immortal

Or flung through a portal,

Do they go through a nesting time?

Far be it for him to flutter

innuendo and peanut butter…

Female in form

But how are they born,

Please be patient, I’m  trying not to stutter!

Fairies mature and mild,

When give opportunity…

Will they choose adult pursuits

Or Ring Around the Rosie?

Fascinating these questions all,

A topic to discuss…

They are after all–

Just a little like us!

–Jonathan Caswell

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THE ONE WHO POSE ARE FEW

Janey’s hubby is quite a good guy,

Willing to photograph

Hundreds of “atomicredheads,”

As the blog’s photo staff.

One gal I knew was willing to be

Photographed all of the time…

Or nearly so, to my delight,

I wish I’d not been blind!

Verna somewhere is in someone’s eye,

Posing as cute as can be….

I hope she met the right kind of guy

Who loves her in photography!

–Jonathan Caswell

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

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.

THE SKIRT SHE’S MAKING…

The skirt my wife’s making

Of patterned corduroy…

Material bought years ago

That she planned to employ.

It took all summer to find

Someone to thread the machine…

A daughter of a neighbor of ours

Who thinks the project keen!

She says she’d going to do it,

Even bought an ironing board…

She says she will  get to it

As soon as her health is restored.

Perhaps I’ve been too lenient,

I want her dreaming to stay…

Accomplishing what she wants to do

Before one of us slips away.

–Jonathan Caswell

AUTUMN COLORS CHANGING

September is upon us,

Time for the change

Of foliage and hairdos

A time to rearrange

Colorful poison ivy

In red and yellow hues,

Myriad of colors

Shocked by frosty blues.

Hair colors a-changing,

Professional or by box…

Strawberry blonde conservatively

Colors vivacious locks.

The girl or guy underneath

Supposedly the same,

Putting a new face on things

A part of living game!

–J.E.C.