Category Archives: anger

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Rather then have patience superceded!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)

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.

ANOTHER HYPOTHETICAL REPRISE

Hypothetically,

Deja vu is what he sees…

Becoming afraid

Of his “aide”,

Her unreliabilities.

He thinks it’s in a safe place,

To find important bills lost in space…

Left alone

He’s lost on his own,

Frustration blasts are out of place!

‘Twas like this  thereby,

Not knowing  what he’d find  awry…

A tubful of towels

Wet and he howls,

Evening by evening he cries.

What’s to be done this time,

When there’s little reason or rhyme…

Have to enforce

Order, of course,

And not blow up at the same time!

–J.E.C.

BEWARE THE CRITICAL SPIRIT…….NUMBERS 12 (BIBLE)

According to ‘WALK IN THE WORD”.

Miriam was most disturbed…

By Moses’ new marriage

That she disparaged,

Before getting to her deepest hurt.

In the original language used,

The female form was used…

Spoke a woman

Miriam,

Who felt most abused!

Said God–come here you three–

I’ll tell who is closest to Me…

Moses most humble

But ’bout Me you grumble,

Miriam’s tagged leprosy.

Seven days outside the camp,

Moses kept her from the damp…

Changed attitude

When God’s way viewed,

Healed–she came back, no cramp!

More recently, one fell to grumbling

Under his breath–not humbling–

What will God do

The dense to break through,

Or allow in his way some stumbling?

Grumbling under the breath,

In the Desert…was kiss of death…

But for God’s mercy

Miriam cutseyed,

And came back in perfect health!

–Jonathan Caswell

“WALK IN THE WORD”…a radio program on WVNE, 760 AM, 3:30 pm to 4:00 pm, weekdays.

FLAGS HALF-MAST

Another killing blast

Of a policeman–flags half-mast…”

Why keep killing

If one side is willing

To seek understanding at last?

–Jonathan Caswell

*Half-mast…or half-staff

CULT RECRUITER WHO MISUNDERSTOOD LOVE.

She stayed in sororities,

Hunting new cult inductees…

He put his arm

Around her with charm,

She lashed out indignities!

–J.E.C.

THE MAN SUNK DEEP!

In the Slough of Despond,*

He had to carry on…

Overwhelming

In his realm he

Had to make good his respond!

It seems he alone,

Keeps his wife from a nursing home…

Medical too

Help him through,

But today he nearly was done!

Mice in mounting clutter,

Eviction is possibly suffered…

Not the first

Time they were cursed,

By piles of stuff discovered!

His health downturns,

While a living he earns…

How long can he drive

Staying alive,

Giving it up is what he yearns!

His new C-PAP has less

Air pressure so he must adjust…

Harder to sleep

Or fall fast and deep,

It’s tempting to make a big fuss.

Things working out slow,

Maybe guilt for something down low…

Wrangled a photo shot

Did he need it–perhaps not–

But for it his conscience feels low.

–Jonathan Caswell

*Slough of Despond..a place of extreme discouragement as portrayed in the allegory written by John Bunyan…entitled  PILGRIM’S PROGRESS.