Category Archives: AN E.D. POEM

ONLY PHONEY BALONEY?

Had to see what is true,

When media screw…

News stories

To mirror their creeds,

With an objective to undo?

Yellow and jingo once printed,

Are nothing compared to hate printed….

Open rebellion

Looks Orwellian,

By big financiers it’s rented.

FOX NEWS is giving in

To the liberal din…

Instead of balancing

Progressive thinking,

Surrender is made to their sin.

–A Political Opinion Poem–by 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

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.

IF A MIRACLE HAPPENED…?

If a miracle happened overnight,

What would you do at morning’s light…

My counselor queried

‘Bout things I was worried,

How’d I show my delight?

FIRST…cartwheels down the lane…

I’d hardly need to explain,

Making love to my wife

Each day for life (!),

Each of us healed of our pain.

She said, my counselor did,

The solution within me hid…

Neutral in mind

Relieves stress unkind,

Toward this she me has bid.

–Jonathan Caswell

THIS ROMANTIC DOESN’T QUIT!

He’s very apt to become sweet,

For many women he’ll meet…

His natural bent

At times has meant,

His mouth full of wriggling feet!

Taken him years to learn

In truth he needn’t burn…

For handsome lasses

That he passes,

And no one responds in turn.

His the lonely quest

Attracted by face and breast…

Somewhat subsided

Impotence confided

To his wife, understanding the mess!

Looking less and slower burning,

Impassioned fidelity learning…

Business-like dealing

Instead of revealing

Commentary about yearning!

–Jonathan Caswell

WHAT POSSIBILITIES ARE THERE…”

Having reviewed the tape,

Before its official “escape”…

Some innocence

By Presidents,

Are allowed in a political landscape!

What can one do in public,

E’en the leader of a Republic…

Having  hard-on

With women around,,

How can one ever have stopped it?

One might as well laugh as cry,

He’s the envy of many a guy..

Given age

It’s very sage

To flaunt it before it flies by!

–J.E.C.

HE STILL DAY DREAMS!

Come away with me Sweet,

To a place with breadfruit to eat…

I’ve not tasted

It  won’t be wasted,

But you are my ultimate treat!

Giving time for hands

Exploring wonderful lands…

Soft yet salty

Heart beats vaulting,

No one watches from the stands!

Thus appreciating minds

Our growing desire reclines…

Closer growing

Inward going,

For stiffening excitement we’re taking time.

Thinking ’bout THIS for  hours,

Necessitates long cold showers…!

Cannot endure

Until exploring your

Paradise for wondrous hours!!!!!

–J.E.C.