Category Archives: Jonathan Caswell poetry

IS IT GOING TO RAIN?

IS IT GOING TO RAIN?

Forecaster tell us–is it going to rain–

From these changing clouds I can’t see…

Sunshine keeps peeking through,

It may rain with sunshine, naturally!

Sunshine and rain in the same place,

It’s been known to happen here…

Snow and sunshine we’ve also had to face,

Happening in that time of the year.

This weird weather is not so weird for me,

Wherever I’ve gone I see it lots of times…

At least one sees this weather has originality,

Perhaps it helps influence creative minds.

–Jonathan Caswell

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BAKED BEANS BY COMMITTEE

BAKED BEANS BY COMMITTEE

Preparing for some good baked beans

I gathered materials…

Bought us lots of bacon

And the standard procedurals.

Not wanting lots of sugar

That puts me in a spin….

I bought sugar-free syrup

With dark brown sugar in.

somehow I thought one pound was weak,

Insisted we cook up two…

She found a nine-by-twelve inch pan

And said it’ll have to do!

I THOUGHT…the bacon would

Be cooked in with the beans…

SHE DECIDED to cook it separate

To lessen fat it seems!

I should have done a little pot

With bacon unsupervised…

But I assumed–perhaps too much–

And was pleasantly surprised!

–Jonathan Caswell

LOVE’S BATTLEFIELD

LOVE;S BATTLEFIELD

(With a nod to Pat Benatar_!)

“All’s fair in love and war,”

But not for human soals…

Like it or not there’s a battle on

‘Tween spirit being patrols.

I used to not want to fight,

It seemed a dfreary mess…

But fight is a part of life–

A war for conquest!

Ywo forces battle for your soul,

The choice is always yours…

Unless we get too deep in one

To want those rescue cures.

For fish, animals, insects and such

It’s simple: be eaten or survive…

For us  things get more complicated–

Chosing each day we’re alive.

We each find our favorite gods

Which can be more than one…

Idolitry, a common trerm

For desires hind’ring our run.

MY LOrd Jesus Christ,

God’s only begotten Son…

With His Father and the Spirit==

A Holy Three-in-One…!

Many say that defies logic

To have “three-in-One”…

They agrily flee from this,

Going on with their fun.

Others take aim to destroy

Historical evidence there….

They claim to not bellieve–

Then why not leave it there?

Even demons, Scripture says

Believe and yet shudder…

Yet they refuse to repent,

Being after you and your mother.

All great religions religions stand

Against a relationship with a Man…

Some claim God is worshjpped—

Within the confines of “What I can.”

Unlimited power, submitted,

To many sound dim-witted…

The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob,

Takes the foolish to shame the uncommitted!

Why SHOULD God as man make sense,

Are we really that dense?

That God in Heaven plays only our tune,

The One who designed us, the stars and the moom…

The beetles trees and fish

And birds in the sky,

He calls us a “little lower than angels”–

And I can tell you why.

He loves His own creation—

Everything you see…

And a lot that we can’t,

Microscopicly!

For us He created folks who could choose,

Even the angels did this…

From learning to walk in a Garden

To a teenager’s first kiss.

He gave us the whole world to manage,

Yet we want to “be gods”…

Manipulate the species’ lives,

Ignoring all the odds,

God’s love–agape’

Is greated than all our needs…

Higher and fulfilling

Than human lust and greed.

We are ourselves and yet we ar

Potentially much more…

Will you decide to let Him in

By openming your heart’s door?

–Jonathan Caswell

FISH ARE BITING!

FISH ARE BITING!

Why does he keep writing,

As long as the fish are biting…

He wants assure

He has allure,

With writing that is inviting!

It stretches and challenges fine

His all-the-more-pliable mind…

Bringing up stuff–

More than enough–

To keep up his poetry grind.

What will he write of next,

Probably not much on sex…

He’s of an age

More out of that phase

Of life his mood directs.

But plenty of subjects are left,

For topics he’s never bereft…

Perhaps a little slow

In thinking, you know,

But always readily deft!

–Jonathan Caswell