Category Archives: anger

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.  😀

 

 

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PSALM 120: 6-7 AN OPINION

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

When arrows of hate fly by…

When  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

DEPENDING ON SOMEONE

Depending on someone is scary,

A fact of which he’s wary…

He helps other too

But when they help you,

One is apt to be contrary!

Ego put aside,

Won’t go because of pride…

Accepting help

You feel like a whelp,

With yourself…how can you abide?

Reason says it’s needed,

Reason–not emotion–heeded…

Much better that way,

Your help will stay,

Rather then have patience superceded!

–Jonathan Caswell

CHRISTMASTIME—FOR BURNOUT

Don’t understand his apathy,

He seems withdrawing from me…

So his wife says

Rather amazed,

He’s given up completely!

Pedaling as fast as he can,

Overwhelmed by the season’s demands…

Pace then slows

Sanity goes,

His mind like a double-quick band.

Focusing on the best,

That need doing before rest…

Having burnout

Is no one’s fault

But let’s pray he comes back with zest!

–Jonathan Caswell

EYES OPENED YET WIDER!

His eyes opened to truth,

He saw, alack and forsooth…

Eyes for detail

Left them in travail,

He was being, in fact, uncouth!

He wasn’t “on the hunt”

But ladies took the brunt…

Of comments sexual

Not contextual

But taken by them as an affront.

Compliments aren’t always,

Women are security-based…

Sensitivity

Is necessary

In not appearing sex-crazed!

(And my apologies to all I have offended!)

–Jonathan Caswell

SITTING IN THE CORNER…

Train tracks sit in the corner,

Not worked on for weeks…

The wonderful N scale layout

At it he peeks.

He knows he should be working

On it, getting trains to run….

He feels he’s abandoned,

His hopes are dashed on the ground.

He stops to plan scenery

Which is much more fun…

Unless he does what he has to,

It may never run!

–Jonathan Caswell

(Picture is by the Author…of the left side–and part of the middle) of the N scale layout mentioned)