Category Archives: at my expense!

HARD LESSONS

Foreigners on telephones,

Must on English hone…

We don’t understand

They won’t meet demand,

Of sales quotas for long!

I’m NOT AGAINST ethnicity,

But clear communication my plea…

We cannot serve THEM

Poor English must end,

If they wish to truly be free!

–Jonathan Caswell

HE’S BA-A-A-A-CK!

He’s back to the hurly and burley,

Alone with his thoughts going squirrelly…

Kind folk did

Come to where he hid,

But retirement was too early!

He won’t go away,

Unless the Rapture’s today!

He misses the crowd

And shouting out loud,

To let folks hear what he’ll say!

Great cheers to the eighteen or so,

Visiting a blog readership low…

He’ll keep you informed–

His heart truly warmed–

For support you chose  to bestow.

Broken promises forgotten,

Being put off felt rotten…

Of you very few

I’m beholden to you,

For in compassion you were stopping!

–Jonathan Caswell

PRESIDENTS’–PRECEDENCES

Used to be Washington and Lincoln

Birthdays of distinction…

Separate were

Celebrated for,

Each their own fame without linking.

Then to reduce off days,

History meaningless in ways…

Three-day weekends

Popular trends,

Became governmental mainstays.

Since little history’s taught,

Long weekends are fraught….

Ignorant of meaning

No student gleaning,

Much more that a party onslaught!

–Jonathan Caswell

(An opinion piece)

TO DONNA G.—

I do not mock your service,

To which I seemed impervious…

I honor you

For trying to,

Help me find inner purpose.

Relaxation techniques,

I’ll use as system tweaks…

I trust very few–

Not sure I did you–

I’ve been pushed up too many creeks.

I’d have trusted better had you,

Revealed your assumptions and view…

Rather than say “no”

That’s not where we’ll go,

And what you’re sharing goes too!

This apparent secrecy,

I’m sure you’ll contradict me…

About what’s behind

Your drawn blinds,

Did not prove consistency.

Near the end you seemed fixed,

One goal to which should have clicked…

“Spirit” is not by whim

The Holy One–I follow Him,

Any other “spirit” is suspect.

It’s obvious when you and Doctor,

Shove it back on me as you think proper…

The Spirit you deny

HAS CHANGED this guy,

I’ve heard this before: it’s my fault, undoctored.

Unless you take the time,

You’ll never read this rhyme…

I’m not demanding

Your understanding,

You didn’t take the time.

–J.E.C.

(Not that it matters.)

A TOAST TO FRIENDS PRESENT AND MISSING…AT CHRISTMAS TIME!

People we miss and love,

Missing or taken above…

Oh how we miss

Their joy or hiss,

Their gentle comments or rough!

Among them is Esther Ling,

She was in the lesbian thing…

Opposite were we

But she was a Mommy,

Ran to her when figuratively I needed mothering!

Numerous friends I had in school,

Have slipped or drove away (I’m the fool)…

Some I drove away

Or ignored to this day,

Elementary through college kept only two

Bloggers–many follow some not–

Never sure of how many give you thought…

Over a thousand mine

To whom I give little time,

Just a handful  of their blogs I’ve sought!

Surrounded by my family we are,

Been slow to contact any (my par)…

Younger ones I don’t know

As familiar ones go,

What can I do, having delayed thus far?

Does any of this make sense,

Is loss of your friends as immense…

I’m sure it is–

Friends we miss,

We remember  our friends in the past tense!

–Jonathan Caswell

MORE TECHNICAL GLITCHES

The gmail is offline,

At least during working time…

I get it at home

On the lap top my own,

In the home wi-fi range, any time!

A couple of “Carl Gooch’s” on tap,

For when I get home before nap…

Or tomorrow

Some time I’ll borrow,

To cut the mustard and…ZAP!

If I see you in the Reader I can,

SHARE..normally and…

Use “buttons” that work–

Not go berserk,

But get it reposted as planned.

–Jonathan Caswell

MESSY MOUSE–HOUSE–!

Make room in the messy house,

For the nesting of a mouse…

Not enough traps

To play him Taps,

She still hears him (the mouse).

Her corners and mine,

Must be cleaned out quick-time…

Not easy to do

(She’d save it all, too!)…

Maybe she’ll be resigned.

I did my corners first,

They helped out–it’s no worse—

Attacking HER castle

I expect a hassle,

In hassles we’re very well-versed!

–Jonathan Caswell

HALF-A-TANK OF GAS…

He’s down to a half-tank of gas,

How’d it go down so fast?…

Wandering ’round

Til connections found,

He’ll pay for his fun…and has!

–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.

MY COUNSELOR IS CORRECT!

My counselor  correctly,

Advised I face my problems directly…

With “E-Bay” mystique

I am up a creek,

Failed to quit once, dejectedly!

A penchant for “RS-1’s”

Have over-strained my funds…

So many bought

More than I ought,

Waiting for when the collection runs!

A second attempt to quit,

E-bay won’t let me do it…

It needs time

My account to decline,

But my reasons are very legit.!

–Jonathan Caswell