He calls himself “fashion poet”,
One or two others know it…
In pursuits
Avoiding lawsuits,
He certainly doesn’t want to blow it!
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Him being man and all,
Must carefully judge his call…
With less passion
Than stereotypical fashion,
Not being the Beast at the ball.
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Gender matters to him,
Especially if women…
They’re the kind
He most has in mind,
Do they mind if he tiptoes in?
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–Jonathan Caswell
❤ MY LOVE FOR LADY BLOGGERS ❤
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Avowed love of lady bloggers,
Hard-working creative bloggers…
I love thee all
For me you stand tall,
Driving us romantics bonkers! 🙂
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Some of you are very fetching,
Appearance not all that’s catching…
The mind and heart–
Thy very art–
Draweth me to your fine meshings!
–
By word and artistic guile,
You make this creative man smile…
Cry and laugh
On your behalf,
Each in a wonderful style.
–
Long distance hugs the rule
In this community cool….
Cool in attitude
To not be rude,
Suggesting of anything cruel.
–
Group hugs all around,
My love to all of you found….
In likes and raves
From this former knave,
Who likes in whose company he’s found!
😀
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–Jonathan Caswell
INVISIBLE KANGAROO
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G’DAY MATE, he said to his invisible kangaroo,
I have here some nice fruit and grasshoppers too…
I have a place laid out for you to sleep safely inside–
Would grasshopper legs stuck in the teeth hurt kangaroo pride?
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I tried just to see him
The bushes were too thick…
Until from behind I felt
A vicious kangaroo kick!
–
I’ve learned not to disbelieve
A pooka or his friend…
Like Harvey in the story goes,
This is a fluffy end!
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–Jonathan Caswell
(For one of my bosses—who shall remain unidentified.)
QUESTION OF EXISTANCE
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Attracted to a candidate
Because she’s female…
Willing to weigh carefully
Then let her view prevail!
This just isn’t the first time
Emotions have swayed….
By a woman to him defined
Another goose egg laid;
He can’t get rid of it
Before his final breath….
The only way to escape
Manhood is within death.
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–Jonathan Caswell
DRY MOUTH
–
They say I have a dry mouth
Because you are not here…
The sweetness of your lips
I’m thirsting for my dear.
–
I’m craving your love like water
From a natural spring…
But without you beside me,
My heart cannot sing!
–
I long to drink in your beauty,
Fulfill my joyous duty…
But until you’re here
I know my dear
My breath is dry not fruity.
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–Jonathan Caswell
PURRING ALONG
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My wife’ pointing out kitties
For adopting in the local paper…
Emotionally she’s hoping for
Another kitty cat caper.
–
Never mind reality
Of medical risk from scratches…
She would ignore it all
To find adoption matches.
–
I do want one
But am afraid if she in fear is pinned…
(The last year of Tippie Cat)
A potential situation she’d be in?
–
With car payments taken on
We have little choice…
Again we cannot afford a cat
but I’ll let her have her voice!
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–Jonathan Caswell
CIRCUNCISE MY HEART
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Open my eyes
Then circumcise
Me from sin and lies.
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Make me to see
Reality
And angels all around me!
–
Coming to bed
My daily bread,
Feeding on what You said.
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Circumcise me
Eternally,
My heart is open to Thee!
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–Jonathan Caswell
TAKING OFF THE OLD–PUTTING ON THE NEW
(Colossians 3: 9-11; Ephesians 4: 23,24)
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My friend, Tony,
Called this evening
To see how my day
Had gone…
I told him I’d
Found a rental
Car place to depend on…
He reminded me of
My attitude,
Expecting a reprimand–
I was his friend
No critic intent
And I need not
Have hat in hand!
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Such was the
Old response to those
I felt were
Far superior…
Tony took time
As my friend
To say I was
Hardly inferior!
“Sir” and “Pastor”
Were fine words
But not really for him
He was just a friend of mine
Named Tony,
Helping us through
Life’s din.
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–Jonathan Caswell
(Featured image from her blog….HOUSE OF HEART)
NO MERE DECORATION!
–
My friend, Holly the Poet,
Is a hottie–does she know it—
An older face
Lined with grace
And love–she sure can bestow it!
–
You’d have to be nearly blind
To not just love her mind…
Poetry
Illustrated, she
Is an especially loving kind.
–
I am taken already
But for her I’d surely move…
Given that face
And freckles apace,
Trading verses we’d get in a groove!
(Oh well…dream on kiddo…I’m owned by somebody else!)
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–Jonathan Caswell
THE STATE HOSPITAL THREE
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Springing from memory,
State Hospital Three–
Two doctor’s kids and me,
Making our way through academy…
We were the Hospital Three.
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Brent and Taisa competed for
Valadictory.
I was twenty-seventh of
Two-sixty-two…
A good showing for me!
–
Taisa next door and Brent on the Hill
We grew simaltaneously…
With other kids in the neighborhood,
In general–happy.
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We all walked to school or took the bus,
Sometimes got special transport…
In later years we each did our thing,
Paralleling the Street named “Court”.
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Fortunately “The Hospital Three”
Are all three still around,
Each in a different part of this country…
But finding new common ground.
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–Jonathan Caswell
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