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Stranger outcomes happen,

When opportunity’s tapping,

Wanting in

And you begin

Writing ideas you’re trapping!

He’s written ’bout Christ and trains–

Weather seems worth one’s pains….

Fashion poems are new

As something to do,

And the challenge takes working brains!

I’d say it is channeling energy,

Most of which has left me….

Shapes and sizes

And stylish surmises,

Still need a bard’s entrée.

“An eye for the women.” one said,

Focusing on their clothes instead..

“Clothes make the man”

And women, and can

Leave little more to be said!

YET–a poet describes,

Details that emanate vibes…

Along a track

That likes feedback,

Both positive and wise!

–Jonathan Caswell





He calls himself “fashion poet”,

One or two others know it…

In pursuits

Avoiding lawsuits,

He certainly doesn’t want to blow it!

Him being man and all,

Must carefully judge his call…

With less passion

Than stereotypical fashion,

Not being the Beast at the ball.

Gender matters to him,

Especially if women…

They’re the kind

He most has in mind,

Do they mind if he tiptoes in?

–Jonathan Caswell




After six months got a snort

Of real nice perfume (good sport)…

In a fluffy red sweater

She never looked better,

At least that’s what he’ll report.

‘Twas  great seeing Irena K,.

Who missed him when he was away…

She happily cried

Seeing him inside,

I think she’d like him to stay!

Too bad cameras weren’t allowed,

She did herself up really proud…

Flowing blonde hair,

A good figure there,

And she said, “WELCOME BACK 😀  ” out loud.

–Jonathan Caswell

*Picture is the closest example the author could find…right down to the smile on her face!



Was this year’s Superbowl fair

‘Cause some footballs lacked air…

I hadn’t known

Each team had their own,

Was some form of sabotage there?

I’d known temperature affects

Air pressure applied to specs…*

News channel surveys

Found little notice made,

Between football suspects.

To say this made advantageous

Patriot play is outrageous…

Even Brady inferred

Full pressure preferred,

But team play, anyway, was efficacious!

–Jonathan Caswell



(An opinion)

They say it’s God’s match for you,

A Christian dating view…

Potential mates

Lined up at gates

Once Christian college purview.

A vision of godly life

Enhanced by husband or wife…

Neglecting all

The words of Saint Paul,

Who would save believers great strife.

Loneliness–who can take–

Even for the Lord’s sake…

Flocking in hordes

To marketing words

Whom profits from Christians will rake.

Soldiers ignoring battle,

Preferring a baby’s rattle…

Energy meant

For the Gospel is spent

Acquiring a mate with chattel.

God’s Kingdom is long-delayed

For all the games that are played…

Marrieds aren’t free,

Not used as readily

And whose weakness is more readily displayed.

To some it may seem heartless

To advocate less finding partners…

Matthew 6:33

Is a believer’s key

To making a dent in the darkness.

–Jonathan Caswell



Malfunctions are not just for stars,

Hot women with piercings in bras…

Much more mundane

Are those less acclaimed,

We shudder at ours!

The man, all ready for work,

Was startled to feel warm spurts…

Th’leg bag disconnected

And thus redirected,

His efforts to change pants and shirt.

Showing bra straps be style,

‘Though I’ve not seen them awhile…

Dressing in layers

Of string straps displaying

Themselves bring bare shoulder smiles!

Went two days with no socks,

My feet went through bloody shocks…

Tore off toe skin

With mincemeat within,

My doctor’ll put me in the stocks.

–Jonathan Caswell



I met her at folk dance,

Starting a quick romance…

Floundering later

A big blast crater

Shook me from my trance.

Unlike my future Diana,

“Dinny” saw divorce on her scanner…

Making it plain

She’d face that pain,

If I was not her manna.

She had a form I loved,

Not a slim but proportioned dove…

Her horse riding

Looked toward providing

Wedding nights of exciting love.

I knew before I’d admit

That we’d reached the end of it…

She gave a two-week

Notice to seek

The answer to go on or quit.

Don’t remember if I kept the ring,

I may have thrown away the thing…

But an amber heart

She wouldn’t part

With, despite my last pleading.

In four months she found her man,

After I’d opened up the can…

Her productive life

As mother and wife,

Was better than I had planned!

Four years later, Diana,

And I corresponded (HOSANNA!)…

Finding room

To be HER groom,

Building our love cabana!

–Jonathan Caswell