Couldn’t sleep—what a shame–
Had playtime to reclaim…
Three or more tries
Under night skies,
But with a clearer brain!
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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!
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Musical power packs,
Changing over to power tracks…
When he’s done
both layouts’ll run,
He’ll go on to more creative acts!
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Jonathan Caswell
Google Image of a real train engine switching a spur track..
Ideas flow in one’s head,
closer one is to bed…
Impressions made
Often are laid’
Down in a sleepy head.
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Then one doesn’t sleep,
The idea tends to creep,
And transfix the mind
For a long time,
To relax one must debrief!
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Many are nights
When caught by loving delights…
Memories
Where actions cease,
Wishing with all of one’s might.
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Finally to let go,
Asleep in a few hours or so…
disappointed
so appointed,
To have one’s wishes told “no”.
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(An aging person’s poem)
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–Jonathan Caswell
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!
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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?
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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.)
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–J.E.C.
Hypothetically,
Deja vu is what he sees…
Becoming afraid
Of his “aide”,
Her unreliabilities.
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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!
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‘Twas like this thereby,
Not knowing what he’d find awry…
A tubful of towels
Wet and he howls,
Evening by evening he cries.
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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!
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–J.E.C.
Guided meditation seems fine,
If I could find the time…
With no progress
Alleviating stress,
I’m hung out on the line!
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–J.E.C.
Sleeping in an office cubicle,
And not saying I did…
Motion sensors keep the lights on–
The sleeper is never hid!
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Now is it from restless legs,
Moving so lights don’t dim down…
Or is it when waking up
Movement brings the lights on?
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Suffice to say the sleeper
Never quite could decide…
Enough that nobody caught him
The few hours he had to abide!
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–J.E.C.
The Poet found he’d camped
On a hill overly cramped…
Waters rising
Were small-sizing
His hill with no exit ramp!
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–J.E.C.
Writing at a quarter past one,
Praying ’bout the message to come…
The word searching–
Badly needs churching,
Will he be too sleepy to come?
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–Jonathan Caswell
Do I have any doubt,
Sweet sausage and sauerkraut…
Are ideal
For an evening meal,
As long as a breeze is about?
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–J.E. Caswell
HE DAYDREAMS…ABOUT YOU!
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He’ll neer say directly
But he dreams of you…
Very introspective,
He dreams of you in blue!
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Green velvet brings out your eyes,
Pencil skirts would be great….
If help is needed to find a size
He’d gladly participate.
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Day dreams go only so far
Exciting although they be…
You are the height of his daydreams
Even if you he’ll never see!
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–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 