Have no other gods before Him,
Not even by innocent whim…
It’s suicidal
To worship an idol,
Walking on ice very thin.
–
So periodically
He must sort his files to see…
What grabs his heart–
With that he must part,
‘Tis better than hypocrisy!
–
Culling out accumulations
Of any conflagrations,,,
That hold him fast
He will cast,
Out for sanctification.
–
–Jonathan Caswell
Pasta with home-baked beans,
A way to combine proteins…
Producing less gas
The combined repast,
All he needs is to eat more greens!
–
He went too fast in food stoking,
Stopping for a fit of choking…
Must better chew
His food or it’s true,
He’ll require some life-saving poking!
–
If one is deceased and they ask it,
What made him choke his last fit…
Pasta and beans
Were the fatal means,
With which he was put in a casket!
–
–J.E.C.
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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…
Exhibitionists
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
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
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!
–
–J.E.C.
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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…
Self-inflicted
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.(?)
–
–j.e.c.
Christian scholars  agree,
Christ’s return comes quickly…
A terrible time
Tribulation lined
Coming inevitably!
–
Prognosticators at night,
On radio say that’s right…
A really bad time
Coming down the line,
Could be a survival fight.
–
When these two groups say the same,
Look out for “what’s his name”…
The man of evil
Arrives to wheedle,
His power bases and fame.
–
See thou duly this warning,
A lot  near future storming…
Social upheaval
Sold out to evil,
The one world government is forming!
–
–Jonathan Caswell
He hasn’t had much sleep at night,
His muscles sore and cramped…
Daydreaming again at night–
No wonder his nerves are well-tamped?
–
Dwelling upon the improbable,
All personal pleasuring…
Wake and smell the coffee Sir–
You wear a wedding ring!
–
None of us has had it ideal,
We all do the best we can…
We know you want more sex appeal…
At your age this is planned?
–
Pictures, videos almost free
Do indeed have price…
Get yourself off the frozen deep lake
Before someone melts the ice!
–
–Jonathan Caswell
(Read 2nd Corinthians 7: 11)
An Adult Subject Poem
–
A Christian feels sad,
Realizing more than a tad…
He’d gone overboard
Behaving untoward,
Mourning ’cause he’d been had!
–
In his personal sin
He’d let the enemy sneak in…
In certain ways
Our minds play,
Corrupting the soul within.
–
Certain things lure fantasy,
Enticing our own fancy…
Pictures and prose
Hooks one’s nose,
And mind in a trance, tragically!
–
Avoiding it all is best,
But if  Evil builds a nest…
The penalty for sin
Christ did in,
Repent now and enter His rest!
–
–Jonathan Caswell
