Category Archives: death

HARD-TO-HEAR HAIKU

HARD-TO-HEAR HAIKU

(Adult Topic)

Become impotent

His fading manhood laments…

But what is inside?

-JEC

Little feeling left,

No place left to vent the ache…

Must thinking change, too?

–JEC

Engorgement all gone,

Being faithful accepts lack…

No one left to love.

–JEC

How to love without?

Can a man still be a man”’

His woman knows that!

–JEC

Appreciates form,

Less likely liquid lusting…

Why keep the old ways?

–JEC

Is safer this way…

For all women that he sees,

Much less threatening!

–JEC

Power lust remains,

That…no non-phallic can cure…

Bad apples near tree.

–Jonathan Caswell

TRIBUTE TO A ROSE

TRIBUTE TO A ROSE

My friend Roy Rose has passed.

Last might ended his task…

Of making

The Gospel taking

To whomever he could catch~

His intensity aside,

Chose to in Jesus abide…

Colored by his religion

His opinion, a smigeon,

Was avoided far and wide.

Cantankerous was he,

He and my wife never agreed…

Both hard of hearing

Arrayed in a clearing

They’d prepare for emnity!

Old Roy Rose is gone,

I trust he hears angel somg…

He and I

Knew how to get by.

And kept our fellowship strong.

–Jonathan Caswell

NOT WORTH THE SALT

NOT WORTH THE SALT…!

Last week in panicked gestalt,

He ate himself sick by default…

Too much processed food

Made his breathing oclude,

In the end it wasn’t worth all that salt!

–Jonathan Caswell

CAN’T YOU WALK STRAIGHT…YET?????

CAN;T YOU WALK STRAIGHT…YET?????

(An amputee’s frustration)

He thought he’d be better by now,

Not tottering like a sick cow…

The amputee

Angrily,

Hated himself  right now.

Was writing his work epitaph

The next step on his behalf…

A frustrating deal,

The wound won’t heal

With nothing about it to laugh.

He used to limp before,

Exhaustion would make him limp more…

Now it’s a given

Struggling living,

Walking is a greater chore.

Discouragement isn’t cured

By increasing heartache endured…

Where can he find

Positive mind

Feeling he’s frequently skewered?

Walking with a cane hurts,

The pain’s unbearable spurts

Catch him off guard,

The productive bard

Feels like he’s getting worse.

–Jonathan Caswell

AN ENDED ADDICTION

AN ENDED ADDICTION

An addiction of mine ends here,

My E-bay account is cleared…

Another “RS-1”

Is the last one won,

Toward healthier finance I’ve steered.

Can’t give what funds bleed away,

The Lord competes with E-bay…

Wanting to tithe

Helps addictions die,

More for my Lord—oh happy day!

This addiction from its conception

Survived by spousal deception…

I did less lying

But less self-dying,

Not willing to stand close inspection.

–Jonathan Caswell

LONE GOOSE PATROL

LONE GOOSE PATROL

Patrols the Lower Lot,

Searching for a spot…

Of goose laughter

Here-ever-after,

That this patrol is not.

Humans sprayed the nest,

Stuck feathers gave him no rest…

If she were okay

They’d both fly away,,

He fears for what might be best.

Wildlife people once

Took both of them by chance…

They were put back

Alas and alack,

Back inside the fence.

If they had gone away,

Perhaps they’d be fine today…

With nest unglued

And good attitude,

With less conflict than today.

–Jonathan Caswell

WILDLIFE UNWELCOME

WILDLIFE UNWELCOME!

It seems very queer

Not having hordes of geese here…

Nests are sprayed

For any eggs laid,

Discouraging young, I fear.

The property seems too bare

With fewer trees and geese here…

Corporate policy

Didn’t ask me

What policy shows most we care.

—Jonathan Caswell