Category Archives: manhood

LAUNCHING WORDS, SHIPS, PINK-COLORED SLIPS

LAUNCHING WORDS, SHIPS, PINK-COLORED SLIPS

A face that truly inspires,

Greed and avarice fires…

Dressed up nice

But cold as ice,

Does she care about what transpires?

Often idols are kept

Away from those who have wept…

A picture that’s true

Reality, will it do?

For those whose souls have left?

Women dressed up and admired,

No control over what transpired….

Men use romance

Justifying advance,

After brutally acquired.

(A different side of the coin, perhaps?)

–Jonathan Caswell

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HAREM SCARE’EM AND ME!

HAREM SCARE ‘EM AND ME !

(To the tune of “THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS”…A SONG)

He thought he’d like a harem–

Oh, what a great idea–

Collecting beautiful women

For each day of the year…

Have one of every hair color:

Of red-heads, two or three,

Some that change with the season

Oh what a company!

But modern girls aren’t like the ones

That lived in olden time,

They’re much more educated,

Don’t easily resign…

Their lives and their futures

To a fat cat jailer-king,

To volunteer they’d like to hear

His cash disbursement ring.

Logistics would be maddening

Even if all were convinced,

Coming from all over

When he saw the bill he winced…

He began feeling outnumbered

Cooperation thin,

Instead of coming one-by-one

They all came after him!

He couldn’t pay their wages

So all up and left,

His fine plans for his evenings–

Not a single one was kept…

And then he got the bills for

The leaving of each one,

He decided then and there

Modern harems were no fun!

I thought of the same thing myself,

Like “THE HAREM OF BIRDS”

But only beautiful bloggers–

Women, in other words…

An exclusive club with just one man

My wife would veto fast,

My flesh already wants control—

The concept sounds a blast.

But thinking realistically

My cost is way too much,

I’ll lose those friends who cannot stand

A married man’s touch…

Long-distance relationships

Are harder to maintain,

I’d just as soon give up now

Before I feel the pain!

–Jonathan Caswell

ON BEING A MAN

ON BEING A MAN

The Poet’s first published poem,

He’ll remember if he can….

The last line goes like this:

“An immature fool, pretending to be a┬áman.”

Written in High School, but three lines,

One hardly expects to find Shelley…

But what I wrote way back then

Has kind’ve stuck in the belly.

Taking it from the here-and-now,

Manhood’s a special thing…

Being raised largely by my Mom

I do analyzing.

I am a man and yet I see

What others have and I not…

Would have been nice for children–

I went a different route.

Having most of the signs without,

I’ve had to look within…

To see what God put in place

And mental pull-ups I chin.

My wife says I’ve done for twenty-two years

What few other men would do…

Having lived those years, plus four,

I know her words are true!

A Spirit-led man–when he is–

Is inspiring to us all…

I pray that I might be the same,

Obeying my Master’s call.

–Jonathan Caswell