Category Archives: apology for how I said it!

LOVING THE DETAILS

LOVING THE DETAILS

How she and he became one flesh,

Takes longer to get off the chest…

It’s not bad

But the best we’ve had,

Together we answer the quest!

Poets mourn and dream all day,

Romance time for one person plays…

Thinking of a sultry

Woman is adultery,

For me. so Scripture says.

So others will do this job,

Whilst I with them hobnob…

Maybe I’ll learn

A safe way to yearn,

Collecting girls isn’t my job!

When unattached I grieved,

Went after any woman that breathed…

Physique mattered less

For the desperate I guess,

Whose desires frequently deceived.

A girl would change her hairdo

From morning to night (she’s who?)…

Crushes many

But captures hardly any,

The fat boy got awfully blue!

Only two went for a whole year,

The first of these wrote a “Jon Dear”…

The second lasted

a lifetime contrasted

With all the rest of its peers!

–Jonathan Caswell

ANGELS IN HEAVEN AND AMONG US

ANGELS IN HEAVEN AND AMONG US!

Though men like angels women,

Do women as well…?

The Bible relates that only males

Are angels as far as I can tell!

But we’ll be like the angels,

Able to travel with ease…

At the end of time ’twill be sublime

But sex will be left off—please-?

Anyway my wife found an angel,

In business suit and wings…

She put him on our Christmas tree

A joyful smile he brings.

I hope I was diplomatic,

I really don’t want more STUFF…!

She said she bought this angel for me–

Perched on a tree branch was enough.

Now you know the story,

Most angels portrayed are females….

It sure is a wonder the stuff one can find

In the after-Christmas  sales!

–Jonathan Caswell

TEETERING ON THE BRINK

TEETERING ON THE BRINK

(A haiku attempt)

See-saw freeze and thaw,

Temperature’s near the brink…

An ice-skating rink?

Salt and sanding when’?

Watching for ice-forming signs…

Balance delicate!

State “D.O.T. trucks

Condition monitoring…

Courageous yellow.**

–Jonathan Caswell

** NOTE–In the author’s state, The State D.O.T. trucks and equipment ae painted yellow with blue trim.

HE’S INSTIGATING!

HE’S INSTIGATING!

Trying to find a good thrill,

Seeing who did or will…

Humor guys

With something nice for  eyes,

Some excitement that he’ll  be thrilled.

Bare bodies at work and play,

After a while they’re all okay…

Nothing  to blush

Or send a quick rush,

Just pictures appreciated…today????

–Jonathan Caswell

UNHOOK THE FISH

UNHOOK THE FISH

(ADULT SUBJECT)

Now that this hook in your jaw

Is festering and going raw…

The hook in the brook

Caught with one look,

How will you get it off?

Too many men are the same–

And women too, I’m ashamed…

Drifting eyes

Toward women and guys,

Doing the improbable…and came.

It starts with “innocent plot”

And jumps to live action caught…

Perfect angles

Interest jangles;

In a way that reality’s NOT!

I know of folks restored.

Via counseling and the Lord…

Self-effort cooks

But never unhooks,

Wait a while—folks come back for more!

–Jonathan Caswell

WHAT WILL THE DESIGNERS DO?

WHAT WILL FASHION DESIGNERS DO?

Seeing the post below

With her belly “open-aired..”

She won’t wear that in the winter,

Or don’t designers care?

That their clients will be freezing

In all those cut-leg pants…

Troubled by freezing breezing,

Using fur not taking a chance!

Those long coats come in handy

If they insist on short skirts…

Unless securely buttoned up

That flying sleet HURTS!

As mush as the male population

Want to see your oohs and ahs….

We’d prefer no consternation

Seeing you frozen until the spring thaws!

–Jonathan Caswell

HONKIE HAIKU

HONKIE HAIKU

(i’S A WHITE FOLK!)

His poor heart is crushed

She doesn’t say much when rushed….

His chances are mush!

–J.E.C. (Author initials to separate haiku)

“SLINGING SLANG”

Hispanic…gringo,

Nipponese…round eyes,

On the streets…HEY, YOU!

–J.E.C.

MORE THAN A MERMAID

MORE THAN A MERMAID

(WARNING—ADULT MATERIAL)

As King David had Abishag,*

He wants a warm sleeping bag…

Some young beauty

For personal duty,

Who won’t leave him holding the bag!

He claims that he’ll be good,

Being unable for wood…

Being able to touch

Would mean so much,

Both ways be it understood.

He’s long past suitable age

To have desires uncaged…

His late night scheme

Is but a dream

Which no one will be willingly engaged!

–Jonathan Caswell

*Abishag…a beautiful young woman selected to provide personal care to the aging King David and to keep him warm at night,  Reportedly, he and she were not intimate with each other.  1st Kings 1:1-4.

MY PRECONCEIVED NOTIONS

MY PRECONCEIVED NOTIONS

He heard I knew one of his

Church members vis-a-vis…

My time in Rehab==

Decided to grab

An invite he knew I’d miss.

My prejudice against him

Are assumptins he thinks I work in…

Or are they true?

Upon review,

Similar to what I hold against him?

His woeking of the Spirit autocratic,

Where no one else better attack it…

I claim an open mind

But when honest find,

Some ideas aren’t automatic!

I think I’m more mature than him,

As a matter of observing, not whim…

A simpler faith

He sticks to it straight,

Pefrforming with an energetic vim1

He and I in our respective “kinds”

Have some poor experience in mind…

Where both were hurt

By the other hair-shirt*,

Which experiences put me in a bind.

I barely get to my own church now,

So I’m expected to go to his somehow…?

Although a change

Might rearrange

An attitude better than now.

–Jonathan Caswell

CAN’T YOU WALK STRAIGHT…YET?????

CAN;T YOU WALK STRAIGHT…YET?????

(An amputee’s frustration)

He thought he’d be better by now,

Not tottering like a sick cow…

The amputee

Angrily,

Hated himself  right now.

Was writing his work epitaph

The next step on his behalf…

A frustrating deal,

The wound won’t heal

With nothing about it to laugh.

He used to limp before,

Exhaustion would make him limp more…

Now it’s a given

Struggling living,

Walking is a greater chore.

Discouragement isn’t cured

By increasing heartache endured…

Where can he find

Positive mind

Feeling he’s frequently skewered?

Walking with a cane hurts,

The pain’s unbearable spurts

Catch him off guard,

The productive bard

Feels like he’s getting worse.

–Jonathan Caswell