Category Archives: BUDGET KILLER

STRANGER THINGS…

Stranger outcomes happen,

When opportunity’s tapping,

Wanting in

And you begin

Writing ideas you’re trapping!

He’s written ’bout Christ and trains–

Weather seems worth one’s pains….

Fashion poems are new

As something to do,

And the challenge takes working brains!

I’d say it is channeling energy,

Most of which has left me….

Shapes and sizes

And stylish surmises,

Still need a bard’s entrée.

“An eye for the women.” one said,

Focusing on their clothes instead..

“Clothes make the man”

And women, and can

Leave little more to be said!

YET–a poet describes,

Details that emanate vibes…

Along a track

That likes feedback,

Both positive and wise!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

 

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A VISIT TO ALCO #11 IN NEW YORK STATE!

I often wanted a model

Of this one engine to throttle…

But the full size is hard

With no back yard,

Not as rich as Onassis, Aristotle!

On the MIDDLETOWN AND NEW JERSEY,

It was being rebuilt–no hurry–

On an engine house visit

They let me go in it,

To take my pictures–no worry!

I was taking color slides,

Harder to share, besides…

My pictures are locked

In a photo slide box,

Converting to the cyber world…dollars and time.

I learned of Number Eleven,

Reading a book–rail fan heaven–

The Narragansett Pier

And Bath and Hammondsport near here,

And Rail City Museum given.

Until in New York State,

Where the B & H and Rail City wait…

She went to Middletown,

New York, I was around,

But in Pennsylvania she’s running great!!!

–Jonathan Caswell

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

IS IT ENOUGH FOR NOW?

Returning up from the dregs

Of wonder between the legs…

Righteously

The Spirit sees

This one taken down a peg.

From bingeing not on food

But absorption of .the lewd…

Your Word within

Like soap to  the skin,

A cleansing interlude!

–Jonathan Caswell

IT’S HIS FAULT!

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

CAME BACK TO BITE HIM!

In a time of opulent life,

He overextended bank life…

He   pleaded

An escape needed,

Eventual pay-up requite.

Spaced out over time,

As items came in it seemed fine…

Was his request

Taken as “yes”,

He’s cleared of the foolish time?

Alas, he gets an email,

Noting his card number failed…

Order is there

Nor do they care,

That he tried to end his travail.

He bought it on reserve,

Obligations he must serve…

Painful it be

He’ll pay the fee,

Hard lessons he’ll observe.

–Jonathan Caswell