Category Archives: Caswell poetry

SISTER-IN-LAW CATHY

SISTER-IN-LAW  CATHY

Sister-in-law  Cathy–

A grand smart girl–

Came down from the mountains

To give life a whirl;

She married Di’s brother

And faithful remained,

Brought up their children

And good character gained…

We miss her and love her

And wish we could be

A few hours’ closer

For Diana and me!

–Jonathan Caswell

JUST ONE MORE PACKAGE!

JUST ONE MORE PACKAGE…!

One more package

From E-bay…

Thus will he end

The unhealthy foray.

All the money

Now in trains….

Resting in his room in piles,

Certain;y had his attention

Giving him smiles.

Keeping the piles off the floor,

But for the time being

He won’t buy anymore.

–Jonathan Caswell

MAKING TIME FOR NEIGHBORS

MAKING TIME FOR NEIGHBORS

It’s good to make time for neighbors,
A rest from all your labors…
Working with them
Refreshes again,
Good to pay off favors!

Sit and talk in the laundry,
About other neighbors and sundry…
Appreciate them
Before the end,
It will happen…one day!

Why live alone like a hermit?
You don’t—even you—deserve it…
Companions rare–
Enjoy who’s there–
Being friendly with neighbors: a merit.

–Jonathan Caswell

SUMMER NIGHT’S SOUL MUSIC

SUMMER NIGHT’S SOUL MUSIC

Walikng back to the car

At midnight to go home…

I hear a different sound afar,

Croaking starting low.

A different frog than peepers

Taking o’er the swamp…

A few tentative voices

Before it starts to ramp.

I wouldn’t want to be a fly

When the big bullfrogs come…

I know that I’d be quick to die

Hearing that “JUGGA-RUM!!!”

–JONATHAN CASWELL

WINDING DOWN

WINDING DOWN

The E-bay thing is winding down,

He won’t buy any more…

But when he thinks there’s nothing left

More good stuff tempts him more.

He doesn’t have the money,

His wife wants leather boots…

The taxman is still on his tail

And the rent soon up-shoots!

Scrounging for the money here,

That’s how they oft get by…

He just can’t handle the big sums

But oh—what a generous guy!

–Jonathan Caswell

EVENING SOLITUDE

EVENING SOLITUDE

Took a break with James Taylor  for a guide,

Found him on You Tube, took his album for a ride…

Ate my supper in the quietness

Quiet time with James is probably the best.

No one came through–they all seemed to hide…

Thoughtful of them, letting me quietly ride.

–Jonathan Caswell

WHY BIKINIS ARE LESS INTERESTING

WHY BIKINIS ARE LESS INTERESTING

(OH, REALLY???)

—An opinion piece—

Less interesting for a man,

Bikinis are, for he can

See near every thing

No imagining,

Without much left in the can.

Skinny isn’t always good,

No cancer that much skin withstood…

In hotter climes

There might be times

When being near naked is good.

I tend to be dissuaded

By bikinis because I’ll get jaded…

What’s to stop

Removing the top

And bottom for entertainment paraded?

Like every other dude,

Forming a bad attitude…

Practically naked,

Lust isn’t slak-ed

Until the whole body is viewed!

Seeing near all she directs

Women show themselves as objects…

Not for the guys?

Look in their eyes

And tell me what he suspects?

–Jonathan Caswell

“MR. MELANCHOLY”

“MR. MELANCHOLY”

My Pastor has a nickname for me,

For all my poetry read…

He seems to think it’s my character

And what goes on in my head.

Jeremiah the Weeping Prophet

Has nothing on me…

Though I write for spiritual profit,

I’m Mr. Melancholy.!

Despite momentary speechlessness,

I think that he is right…

But although I am in darkness

I still will follow the Light.

–Jonathan Caswell

ON BEING A MAN

ON BEING A MAN

The Poet’s first published poem,

He’ll remember if he can….

The last line goes like this:

“An immature fool, pretending to be a man.”

Written in High School, but three lines,

One hardly expects to find Shelley…

But what I wrote way back then

Has kind’ve stuck in the belly.

Taking it from the here-and-now,

Manhood’s a special thing…

Being raised largely by my Mom

I do analyzing.

I am a man and yet I see

What others have and I not…

Would have been nice for children–

I went a different route.

Having most of the signs without,

I’ve had to look within…

To see what God put in place

And mental pull-ups I chin.

My wife says I’ve done for twenty-two years

What few other men would do…

Having lived those years, plus four,

I know her words are true!

A Spirit-led man–when he is–

Is inspiring to us all…

I pray that I might be the same,

Obeying my Master’s call.

–Jonathan Caswell