Category Archives: burning both ends!

TIME TO CONFESS AND REPENT

AUTHOR’S NOTE:  He’s not trying to grandstand—just admit to his guilt of certain motives and conduct and ask forgiveness of those he has wronged–whether or not they feel they were.  It is a part of his Christian belief…being reconciled to God and the ones he has wronged asking forgiveness of both.  There is a Bible basis to all this, which the author believes by faith to be the transcribed word of God to be followed and obeyed.  Especially when he doesn’t!  Questions/Comments are always welcome.

Writer of poetry,

The “fashion” got away from me…

Chasing skirts

Many women hurts,

Of this I am guilty!

Sought “readers” unsuccessfully,

The hidden motive–to see…

What interested

Where saints shouldn’t tread

And pester them endlessly!

The many unreturned visits,

Prove out how wrong is it…

I know my sin

Repenting therein,

Stop this practice is the solution exquisite!

I will  stillreach out,

In subjects not ruled out…

Walk in the flesh

Heavily risks death,

Gotta pull some hot irons out!

The upshot–some I’ll follow–

The rest–if they visit tomorrow…

I’ll respond graciously

But not the pest–not me–

I’ve sinned–I repent in sorrow!

My actions toward those of whom I’ve spoken,

From now on–contact is broken…

This I must do

So they’ll feel safe too,

No need of me in their business poking.

–Jonathan Caswell

 

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FINAL (?) COMMENTS ON A “GRIFFIN”

A mythical griffin is true

To its nature blue…

Made of rock–

Sturdy stock=–

It never  no never boo-hoos!

Unlike the “comedienne,

Who’s turned herself into “victim”…

Self responsibility

Is unconscionably,

Denied by her or him!

Now a lawyer she seeks,

Someone else must pay her lost “ekes”

She did the act–

No one “made her”, in fact–

Most of us see through her pitiful squeaks!

It’s time for this child to grow up,

As one wag said–MAN UP!…

You’ve gone too far

With behavior bizarre,

With morals you’ve proven corrupt.

(An opinion post! )

-Jonathan Caswell

HANGING TROPHIES

Back when they owned a home,

Their woods the homeowner roamed…

Found a large bra

Waiting for a thaw,

Hanging from a branch away from home.

Found a bag-full  ladies’ shoes,

And a PLAYGIRL Mag. well-used….

What evil lurks

In all human works,

What horrible things Man exumes!

–Jonathan Caswell

A SPRITE WHISPERED

A SPRITE…whispered in my ear,

Where have our people gone….

Something called “Democracy”

They claim has gone terribly wrong!

They ignore us despite our cries,

They say the winner’s wrong…

They look at us with evil eyes

No more to sing our songs?

They claim all the voters are

taken by a plot…

They’re not happy with the choice

that the people got?

Even sprites and fairies know

That corruption is evil…

but will these former friends see that—

Maybe they never will!

I guess like Puff the Dragon,

Who lived by the sea….

these spoiled children are no friends

Of folks thinking positively!

How we miss our friends who were

filled with love who now hate…

When will they stop this foolish quest

and come to us and celebrate?

–Jonathan Caswell

Poet and friendly to fairies in general.  😀

 

 

PSALM 120: 6-7 AN OPINION

There are times I’d like to be under a rock

When arrows of hate fly by…

When  mobs shouting slogans are the ones being cocked

As a rapid-fire gun letting fly!

I preach peace and understanding

Of a human as evil as they…

But if they don’t get what they want this very second

Rational people are blown away!

Do you know the rulers who denied and ignored you

Are the very hateful ones yelling charge?

Higher-ups in the background. egging you forward

Only want their power enlarged?

“Progressives” don’t care about your families

Your finding jobs or taking a breath

Of freedom–they desire you stay dependent

And if desired–send you to death.

Raging at beck and call of professional handlers

Is not the way to be free…

Stop and think who you are really serving,

Will you listen to reason—MAYBE?

I call for peace and understanding

Not hate and blind fury…

Mobs tear down walls and break into disorder,

The reasoned among you better hurry!

On this rock I stand,

who will stand with me?

Will anyone see danger in the wind?

If no one else can vouch for a jury

Then civil rule may soon end!

An Opinion Piece–the Scripture says, in effect, “when I am for peace, they are for war!”

WHO HERE IS REALLY FOR WAR,

OR CAN SEE THE LOOMING DANGER OF RIOTING MOBS CAUGHT UP WITH ONE IDEA—NOT CARING FOR ANYONE’S OR ANYONE ELSE?

wake up you people.

–Jonathan Caswell, poet with as much right to his opinion as those being encouraged to riot in the streets—or trumpet hate here!

DID IT TO HIMSELF—GOOD!

It’s not like he knew he would,

Do it to himself good…

Just that

In a matter of fact,

It’s what he understood.

Knowing his temperament,

He wasn’t quite innocent…

Boundaries

Made safely,

Less chance she’d fear the gent.

He’s saddened by the whole thing,

Knowing his own being…

Trying to place

Her in his space,

One-sided deal not working.

With vigor abated,

It’s easier to stay related…

To his one friend–

His Missus again–

No other targets anticipated!

–J.E.C.

VICARIOUS COLD SHOWER

Vicariously feeling heat,

Of poetic lovers retreat…

Wanting to plunge

In mutual lunge,

Realizing there’s no honey to eat.

Left standing  all alone,

These visions are not your own…

Kissing mid-air

A lover not there,

Embarrassed when bystanders groan!

Stiffening love has power,

But time to take a REAL cold shower…

Her poetry

Powerfully

Has brought the experience to flower.

–J.E.C.