Category Archives: limerick-style poetry

THE MAN WITH A CANE

THE MAN WITH A CANE

You’ve seen the man with a cane,

He isn’t treated the same,

People really try

To help the guy,

Their eagerness is plain.

He often refuses assistance,

Encountering some resistance…

He politely says

I’m stronger these days,

Tomorrow I might need assistance!

His cane he finds necessary,

Of balance he must be wary…

Tipping over

Aren’t beds of clover,

In fact it’s rather scary!

Lawsuits we know abound,

It’s better on safer ground…

Accept help

If not for oneself,

‘Cause God’s┬álove for people has no bounds!

(PLUS—winter is coming!)

–Jonathan Caswell

FEED OR STARVE…OR EAT HEALTHIER?

WHAT TO FEED DEPRESSION…TO GET HEALTHIER,

A nervous eater–that’s me–

With absolute certainty…

I’ll overeat

Something sweet,

Carbo-loading in quantity!

I’m on no salt, low sugar—

To stay on course is a booger…

Celery, pea pods

Won’t beat the odds,

But they’re a part of the rigor.

Insulin spikes needlessly

Throws one into rough seas…

Calm is good,

Metabolism should

Work without having “D.T.s”

–Jonathan Caswell

SET UP FOR THE WEEKEND

SET UP FOR THE WEEKEND

Warm wandering wind

Sets up the weekend…

Warm temperatures

For beach connoisseurs,

On seafood most likely to fend.

Some of us just lay around,

The weekdays have run us down…

I’m liable to sleep

All day, making cheap

The weekend budget expound.

–Jonathan Caswell

THE LITTLE BOY WITHIN

THE LITTLE BOY WITHIN

He’s fifty-seven years old,

A really nice guy I’m told…

But an inside secret

Gnaws at him yet,

The depths to which he’s sold.

A little boy comes out at times,

Generally there’s a pattern, he finds…

Exasperating, sure,

And hardly pure

The start of which generally blinds.

In secret it happens when

An obsession from back then…

Grabbed onto

Til it blows through,

Regretted and let go again.

Obsessions often hook to the past,

Something , some one, who didn’t last…

Substitution

For what’s left undone,

Opportunities gone and crashed.

Funny–who lives in the past–

Unwilling to give up at last…

Letting hurts heal

Demands one reveal

One’s pattern and feelings out to cast.

Self-analysis is fine

But at a point must cross lines…

Into reality

Where a little boy sees

What he longs for is around him all the time!

–Jonathan Caswell