Category Archives: around 3 A.M.-!

(VERY) EARLY MORNING PROGRESS…

Couldn’t sleep—what a shame–

Had playtime to reclaim…

Three or more tries

Under night skies,

But with a clearer brain!

He completed reconnecting

Both spur and runaround track connecting….

All rail joiners fit

He was done with it,

Couldn’t test with the power pack defecting!

Musical power packs,

Changing over to  power tracks…

When he’s done

both layouts’ll run,

He’ll go on to more creative acts!

Jonathan Caswell

Google Image of a real train engine switching a spur track..

 

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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

CLOSING TIME FOR SURE!

It’s nearly two am,

At a full work shift I’ve been…

She has Therapy–

I’m the driver you see–

I need a little sleep…before then!

So farewell to all my mates,

SOMEWHERE  somebody celebrates…?

I’ll see you soon

By the light of the moon,

With ice forming on the grates?

Goodnight my cherished folk,

In a hot tub I’d like to soak…

Getting out is a pain–

I’d better refrain–

Cause the E.M.T.s wouldn’t see the joke!

(Maybe they would…plus me in the “all-together.)

–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.

AT A STANDSTILL

Guided meditation seems fine,

If I could find the time…

With no progress

Alleviating stress,

I’m hung out on the line!

–J.E.C.

MOTION DETECTORS!

Sleeping in an office cubicle,

And not saying  I did…

Motion sensors keep the lights on–

The sleeper is never hid!

Now is it from restless legs,

Moving so lights don’t dim down…

Or is it when waking up

Movement brings the lights on?

Suffice to say the sleeper

Never quite could decide…

Enough that nobody caught him

The few hours he had to abide!

–J.E.C.

HOW…MANY TIMES IS THIS, NOW???

The Poet found he’d camped

On a hill overly cramped…

Waters rising

Were small-sizing

His hill with no exit ramp!

–J.E.C.