Category Archives: Jonathan Caswell

HAIKU…THE FRIDAY BEFORE JULY 4TH WEEKEND

HAIKU…THE FRIDAY BEFORE JULY 4TH WEEKEND.

Dusk on empty lot,

Darkness falls with few still here….

Not much traffic left!

Geese settle the same,

Holidays…not for their kind…

Grass doesn’t explode!

Most businesses close,

Getting supplies last minute…

Too late for charcoal?

–Jonathan Caswell

NOW THAT THAT’S OVER (SEE PREVIOUS POSTS)

NOW THAT THAT’S OVER…

(SEE PREVIOUS POSTS)

Now that his ecstasy’s done,

He’ll drag back to life’s ho-hum…

Nothing exciting

Or inviting

Has ever for ages come.   😦

–Jonathan Caswell

MECHANICAL INCENSE

MECHANICAL INCENSE

Hear the roar of moving grass

Doing most with one pass…

The crew is around

Stirring up sound

And smells of exhaust and grass!

–Jonathan Caswell

TROUBLING DAY OF REST

TROUBLING DAY OF REST

I have friends at church who love me,

At least I think so, but is hard to see…

I’m rarely there

While taking care

When exhaustion is too much for me.

Sunday is my one time to go,

To praise God with people I know…

Fearing a crowd–

Only ten–crying out loud,

Thay’s hardly a big group there,Schmoe!

Being borderline sick

And exhausted does the trick…

Hating my choice

With a raspy voice,

Afraid I’ll fall asleep at the stick!

Today, then, I stayed home,

Found that two days, Meds. were left home

Infrequent meds

I fancy bed’s

The best place for me at home.

–Jonathan Caswell

RED HEADS REALIZATION

RED HEADS REALIZATION

Red heads realize

The trick is before your eyes…

A chance to play

At it another way,

To a hair color less despised.

On the other hand, blondes who are hummers

Go red just for summers…

If men spy

You know women try

To please any and all comers!

Some women are very real,

Others deceive and steal…

As to men’s hearts

The subtler arts,

Are those with the greatest appeal!

–Jonathan Caswell

YOUNGER SON’S EMBARRASSMENT

HER YOUNGER SON’S EMBARRASSMENT

She bought a green chiffon gown

On sale from a shop in town…

Dressed in it for  play–

What would her son say–

As he looked her up and down?

Her son stood with mouth wide open—

Was that the reaction she was hoping…

“Am I beautiful”–he nodded

His breathing was clotted–

She smiled, somehow he was coping!

–Jonathan Caswell

DON’T SAY THEY’RE PRETTY!

DON;T SAY THEY’RE PRETTY!

(Parody lyrics for THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS)

When greeting client employees

The pressures are immense,

You say someone’s pretty

With the purest of intents…

The woman may take offence

Thinking that’s not okay,

You might just lose your job

For the little things you say.

Some folks don’t wait around

To tittle with the Guard,

They’d like to get going–

Stopping in their back yard…

Some may stop for seconds

For the kind, quick good bye,

But you’d be prudent not to tell

Why they have caught your eye!

Sometimes you mention fabric

Or the color looks grand,

And they may accept it

With a regal wave of hand,,,

Leave out delicious body parts

In their “No Mention Zone”‘s,

Just don’t go there but make it clear

Your not the Devil’s own!

A friend or two may accest

Compliments now and then,

Just don’t make iy a habit

That will bite you in the end…

Just quietly accept the fact

Of this fine gallery,

Then keep your wits about you

But do it pleasantly@!

–Jonathan Caswell

NODDING OFF NOW?

NODDING OFF NOW?

Nodding off after two hours

With at least twelve more to go,

As the nearby camera glowers

Sleep has become my foe…

So I make myself some coffee

And make it double-strength,

I hear delightful gurgles…

Be having some at length!

I’ll have to spend money

For some lunch to eat,

I have some fortune cookies

Whose crunch sure is a treat…

An apple and warm yogurt

Will keep me for a while,

And then my thicker coffee

Will wake me up to smile!

–Jonathan caswell

A PART OF ME IN BINGHAMTON, NY

A PART OF ME IN BINGHAMTON, NY

Parts of me are in “Bingo-town”

Where I was mostly raised…

Although I’m not returning

I’ll remember it all of my days.

There’s blood in the breezeway of the house

Where we used to live…

A table saw met my finger

And I had the blood yo give!

I must has lost some coins

Into the sewer in town…

If they’re found you can have them

Colored thick green and brown!

In a school now demolished

I wrote my first poetry…

Buried somewhere under there

Is my notebook labeled messily.

All the air molecules I breathed,

You can have too…

I made clouds exhaling loud

Until I turned blue!

There may be some body fluids,

My nose ran constantly…

If in the lab they lead you to :”IT”**

Just chalk IT up to me!

–Jonathan Caswell

** Whatever great discovery “IT” turns out to be!