Category Archives: autumn pain


She swallowed my comments TWICE,

I don’t think that was NICE…

One-sided talk–

The other side stopped–

Is really a fascist  DEVICE!

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!

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!

–Jonathan Caswell



Darkness patrols

Reaching in for souls…

Flaming sword strike

Fighting Night,

God commands self control.

Who with Him will stand

Against worldly demand…

For compromise

And blinding eyes,

To the wretchedness of Man!

Woman from man’s rib,

Males frequently fib….

Questing for power

Trample flowers,

Then deny they did!

–Jonathan Caswell


Certain times he’ll confess

To any woman he might trust…

Certain things within his soul

He feels are a must.

Not the best way to interest

A female in  his needy quest…


Are more honest!

Almost as though the sharing

Prompted caring…

Exposing is supposing

That she’s willing to allow him in for a time.

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!)

A cross between an mother and a lover,

An impossible cross to be…

Yet be exposed to him “without clothes”

Offering embraces free.

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!

–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!

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.

My friend listen to me,

Your food increased lethargy…

Blood sugar depression

Causes regression,

Eat smarter and move–you’ll see!

–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?



The skirt my wife’s making

Of patterned corduroy…

Material bought years ago

That she planned to employ.

It took all summer to find

Someone to thread the machine…

A daughter of a neighbor of ours

Who thinks the project keen!

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.

Perhaps I’ve been too lenient,

I want her dreaming to stay…

Accomplishing what she wants to do

Before one of us slips away.

–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!

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!

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!

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.

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!




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!

No one designated

To refill was compensated…

We who must buy

Are caffeine-dry,

That’s how we are relegated!

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!




Birthday cards received none,

Hardly anyone…

From family or friends

Justified ends,

He’s driven away every one?

(A recurring theme poem.)

High School folks pushed away

Ignored to this day…

He drove out

Anyone stout

Enough to stay!

Family’s been ignored,

Conflicts are left unrestored…

Gave up trying

And no use crying

About what went by the board.

Doesn’t keep good friends long,

Never opening up for long…


And indicted

Guilt without association!

Restored connections who,

Are from his past, very few…

Sees what he’s done–

It’s no fun–

Not much now can he do.(?)



Because of work, can’t watch,

They might be evenly matched…

Not much screaming

But lots of scheming,

Especially low-level attacks!

–Jonathan Caswell