She swallowed my comments TWICE,
I don’t think that was NICE…
One-sided talk–
The other side stopped–
Is really a fascist DEVICE!
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Although–there is another blog–
In which my comments don’t log…
This might be a measure
To some comments treasure,
I keep my comments open–not demagogue!
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They can do what they like,
I will not return a strike…
Nor delete
Any comments I meet,
Unless that is what they’d like!
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–Jonathan Caswell
Darkness patrols
Reaching in for souls…
Flaming sword strike
Fighting Night,
God commands self control.
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Who with Him will stand
Against worldly demand…
For compromise
And blinding eyes,
To the wretchedness of Man!
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Woman from man’s rib,
Males frequently fib….
Questing for power
Trample flowers,
Then deny they did!
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–Jonathan Caswell
Certain times he’ll confess
To any woman he might trust…
Certain things within his soul
He feels are a must.
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Not the best way to interest
A female in his needy quest…
Exhibitionists
Are more honest!
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Almost as though the sharing
Prompted caring…
Exposing is supposing
That she’s willing to allow him in for a time.
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He’ll try this with anyone
He thinks will respond…
Even rejection or a small response
Is some kind of accepted response
(Though not the one rarely received–yet hoped for!)
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A cross between an mother and a lover,
An impossible cross to be…
Yet be exposed to him “without clothes”
Offering embraces free.
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I don’t know anyone who would
Submit to such a scheme…
Apparently can’t get it at home,
But at least the guy can dream!
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–Jonathan Caswell
(Another “hypothetical” poem!)
Fat on adults stays put,
Did you really think that it would…
In the same boat
At LEAST we float,
But losing it is to the good!
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In my home there’s less food money,
Other auto=pay’s are taking it, Honey…
As portions decrease
Fat-gaining will cease,
Feeling better helps the running.
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My friend listen to me,
Your food increased lethargy…
Blood sugar depression
Causes regression,
Eat smarter and move–you’ll see!
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–Jonathan Caswell
I’ve heard it said that in cold,
Some girls refuse to be told…
That long pants and good shoes
Prevent winter blues,
But is practically old?
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–J.E.C.
The skirt my wife’s making
Of patterned corduroy…
Material bought years ago
That she planned to employ.
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It took all summer to find
Someone to thread the machine…
A daughter of a neighbor of ours
Who thinks the project keen!
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She says she’d going to do it,
Even bought an ironing board…
She says she will get to it
As soon as her health is restored.
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Perhaps I’ve been too lenient,
I want her dreaming to stay…
Accomplishing what she wants to do
Before one of us slips away.
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–Jonathan Caswell
A mine for “unobtanium”
At Clark’s Trading Post,
In mid-state of New Hampshire
May have coined the term first…
But he has ore of his
Named just the same,
It isn’t mined but “isn’t mine”
Part of a mental game!
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He thinks he needs people
Whom he’ll never meet,
Who’ll be good examples
Of folks on which he’s sweet…
Based solely on peripherals
Not likely face-to-face,
It’s a sort of warped reality
In reality’s place!
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He’ll focus on a particular
Feature or a style,
To generalize fantasy
To generate a smile…
If he’d just be more comfortable
with real people nearby,
He would not have to pretend
With a tearful eye!
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We hope he learns to wake up
And seek out friendships real,
Not shallow generated
Images to feel,
In all his isolation
He’s held onto a few,
Who aren’t just fuzzy figments
With no living to do.
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He’s getting so long-winded
I’m sure few understand,
The shadows around him–
He is a lonely man–
Apparently has not grown up
But will harshly criticize,
While missing opportunity
Right before his eyes!
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–J.E.C.
IMAGE COURTESY….tintotinta.wordpress.com
Another “empty” night,
Of the coffee machine (is it spite?)…
Our coffee pot tossed
And we’re at a loss,
Dependence without isn’t nice!
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No one designated
To refill was compensated…
We who must buy
Are caffeine-dry,
That’s how we are relegated!
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We take a long walk for naught,
And boggled for lack of a draught…
How will we cruise
Being abused,
The coffee gods left us to rot!
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–J.E.C.
IMAGE: http://www.timigustafson.com
Birthday cards received none,
Hardly anyone…
From family or friends
Justified ends,
He’s driven away every one?
(A recurring theme poem.)
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High School folks pushed away
Ignored to this day…
He drove out
Anyone stout
Enough to stay!
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Family’s been ignored,
Conflicts are left unrestored…
Gave up trying
And no use crying
About what went by the board.
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Doesn’t keep good friends long,
Never opening up for long…
Self-inflicted
And indicted
Guilt without association!
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Restored connections who,
Are from his past, very few…
Sees what he’s done–
It’s no fun–
Not much now can he do.(?)
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–j.e.c.
Because of work, can’t watch,
They might be evenly matched…
Not much screaming
But lots of scheming,
Especially low-level attacks!
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–Jonathan Caswell
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