Category Archives: Caswell

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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WAS THAT GINGHAM?

WAS THAT GINGHAM?

Today he saw a nice dress

Of small checks that impressed…

Dark blue mini-squares

On white also there,

Familiar, yet rarely expressed.

A blogger wore a slim pencil skirt,

This material looked very pert…

Combined with a top

For which traffic would stop,

It was a wonderful flirt.

The women serving FRIENDLY’S ICE CREAM,

Used to wear uniforms…a gingham dream..

For a pubescent boy

Considerably coy,

But his Mother would invade his scene!

Gingham…usually seen in Western

Movies in which women dressed…

In what they could afford

Riding on a buckboard,

Those women–the young ones–looked the best.

So gingham—the boy’s old friend—

Has come back in style again…

A pencil skirt sharp

In gingham, hear a harp

Sweetly playing music in each hem!

–Jonathan Caswell

NOTE:  the Poet is not really a fashion  critic…more of a fashion encourager!

“NOTE TO SELF”

“NOTE TO SELF”

How does one clear  addictions,

Are there needed  restrictions?

Look to the Lord

And be restored,

Deny your built-up fictions.

Decreasing temptation contact,

Less opportune times to act…

Fill the mind

With Bible and kind,

To clean out your thinking, in fact!

Talking it out with the wife,

And trusted friend saves a life…

Doomed to hide

things away by pride,

That often brings a bad end.

few of us want to expose,

Additions that we chose…

Personal titillation’s

Pleasant situaion

Is  a wolf in sheep’s clothes!

Accountability’s key

To become addiction-free…

Certainly tell

One who knows you well

And pray for the Lord’s mercy!

–Jonathan Caswell

CHRIST’S AWARENESS OF THE FATHER (PSALM 22:9)

CHRIST’S AWARENESS OF HIS FATHER GOD

(Psalm 22:9—from my Pastor’s sermon this morning)

Born by the Spirit in Mary,

His birth was ordinary…

Out of the womb

His Father groomed

Him for the extraordinary!

Immediately Jesus connected

With His Father as directed,

Forming a bond

Of which he was fond,

Never quite intersected.

As the young Jesus grew,

Over time He KNEW…

His final “end”

And who would depend

On willingness to carry through.

Fast forward to Gethsemane,

The olive groves where He would plead…

“Let this cup pass,”

But, alas,

Let my Father’s will be!

Three times He went back to wake

Disciples for loneliness’ sake…

Three times they failed,

No support availed–

He faced alone the hate.

He knew what He had to do,

The Father would help Him through…

Until the exact

Time of broken contact:

“I am forsaken…even by You!”

His lifelong connection was broken

With the Father when it was spoken…

Christ bore all sin–

God couldn’t look upon Him–

Sacrificial Love…not mere token!

–Jonathan Caswell

WEATHER RADAR RESULTS

WEATHER RADAR RESULTS

Looking at a mass of moving green

Splitting in the middle (us between)…

Instead of deluge

Or a sudden summer cruise,

We may be missed as it can be seen.

Not the first time storms will separate,

One lobe still could hit, it’s bearing straight…

Toward this humble nest,

No lower than the rest,

Roll up windows before it’s too late!

–Jonathan Caswell

MAKING PINK SHAVING CREAM!

MAKING PINK SHAVING CREAM

I can’t any more shave my head,

Or at least that’s what my wife said…

When shaving the back

Don’t see the impact,

And that’s why the cream turns red!

–Jonathan Caswell

REMEMBERING MY DAD

REMEMBERING MY DAD

(Tanka poem)

Most reverend father,

Present as often as he could….

Sought out fun…and prayer…

He spent time DOING God’s Will,

Not critiquing ministries.

–Jonathan Caswell