Category Archives: lierick poetry

CLIMBING UP THE WRONG STAIRS?

CLIMBING UP THE WRONG STAIRS?

The young boy liked Dorothy Sayers,

John Creasy and other purveyors…

Of humanity

Murder with glee,

Characters—distictive players.

A moment’s notice the boy thought,

He was reading not what he ought…

Serious things

Sometimes needing wings

To soften a sadness onslaught!

The TIME SPENT with each volume,

He had to cut down, to make room…

For Math homework

Which he tended to shirk,

While reading till morning in his room!

–Jonathan Caswell

LET SLEEPING DOGS LAY…

LET SLEEPING DOGS LAY…

Titillating projects produced

Provide momentary use….

To blow off steam

On foolish dreams,

Then dump them into the refuse.

Impossible ideas in hand,

Are not in high demand….

ZIP–they’re gone–

We must move on,

Satisfying our market’s demand.

–Jonathan Caswell

HOW TIME FLIES!

HOW TIME FLIES!

This week, June third, holds a story,

Not just paying so boring…

Two got married

And Jesus carried

Them all this way—to God be glory!

Twenty-six years on Wednesday,

I took her Dads girl away…

My Mom lost a son

But a new daughter won,

She saw I made it okay.

What will we do for this feat,

Perhaps go out and eat…

Nothing special it seems

For we live our dreams

Will be done when life is complete!

–Jonathan Caswell