Category Archives: another deluge

BY POPULAR VOTE

A number of telephone calls–

The boss of the cleaners gets all…

From his boss

And tonight’s worker loss,

He gets whatever befalls!

–J.E.C.

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.

A “MONTREAL EXPRESS”

Forecasters this neck of the woods,

Descriptive in giving the goods…

“Montreal express”–

Frigid air’s duress–

Sweeping down over our fur-decorated hoods!

I wonder if Canadians do

In return, hold a similar view…

A Northeaster twist

Or Montana mist,

Are these words in their perview?

–Jonathan Caswell

STAND BACK OR YOU’RE GOING TO GET IT IN THE FACE!

Wisdom would suggest,

Being well back from the mess…

Videos are rife

With folks risking life,

And limb for not thinking the best!

–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.

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

HE BEWAILS AND MOANS

He wishes he hadn’t gone

To see what the computer had on…

His tormentor–

Chief presenter–

Told him, just leave the leeches on!

Images on a screen,

Exposure to the obscene…

Big regret

That he let,

Those pictures into daydreams!

Exposing more to the eye,

Continues the fading high…

Holding his ground

At least is sound,

But the germ in his brain won’t die.

More and more guys struggle,

Seeing will power puddles…

Melt to the core

Without God to shore

Up the man in his muddle.

–J.E.C.

ALL WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE!

Waters above in flood,

Destroying a lot of good….

Under a truss

Of interest to us,

But a narrower stream–understood?

J.E.C.