Category Archives: the time of day

FUR-BRAINED FELINES

FUR-BRAINED FELINES

You Tube compilations

Of cat concentrations…

Mirrors and jumps

And into bath dumps,

Expose tintinnabulations!

–Jonathan Caswell

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END-OF-DAY HAIKU

END-OF-DAY HAIKU

Forecast warm, sunny,

Workplace: energized hub-bub…

Hallways empty fast!

–Jonathan Caswell

PAIN-STABBED PIGGIES

PAIN-STABBED PIGGIES

Up at this hour to foil

Pain with aromatic oil…

In between piggies

Sharp ones and biggies,

Throbbing but not from toil.

Putting it on in the dark,

I feel it drip down to park…

On the other leg,

I sure would beg

It to stay where put, though in the dark.

As pain slowly fades away

Took insulin early today…

At four AM

I’ll say an amen

If this pain goes away!

–Jonathan Caswell

STIR NOT UP LOVE OUT OF ITS TIME

STIR NOT UP LOVE OUT OF ITS TIME!

(Opinion, based upon Song of Songs 2:7)

Song of Solomon two: seven,

Reminding of the right time for heaven…

Out of context

Is frustrating sex,

Add reason to loaves with leaven.

Sing and dance while you’re young,

Older folks, more foolishly done…

Appointed seasons

Make good reasons

Accepting you are also-run!

Pressure without outlet

Just how stupid we get…

Romance out of time

Invites inner grime

When we are told, “NYET!”.

–Jonathan Caswell

SOME PENTATETTE SUBMISSIONS:

SOME PENTATETTE SUBMISSIONS:

I submitted limericks to THE PENTATETTE** for several years. These are just a few.

It’s raining and snowing together,

The perfect Worcester (Mass.) weather…

But here’s the trick,

It better not stick

With cars driving hell-for-leather!

–J.E.C.

Blogging of a starlet’s spiral

Downwardly took off viral…

What is stank,

She laughs to the bank

Not caring her story’s hirel.

–J.E.C.

I once had red hair you see,

But grey, black and bald’s left to me…

My prejudice arose

‘Gainst the men I suppose,

Because anger for me was easy!

–J.E.C.

In October his Mom died of cancer,

After all this time there’s no answer…

Why he’s not cried

But deep inside

The issue takes more than a glance, sir.

–J.E.C.

He once knew a family from Douglas

Whose home was practically bug-less…

They sprayed lots of mist

With chemical fist,

Poisoned the dog and went pugless!

–J.E.C.

**THE PENTATETTE is an on-line and printed newsletter specifically for limericks.  See http://www.limericks.org for details.

A NEW SERIES !

A NEW SERIES!

A bucket list author assured

Himself that his work endured…

Did awful in sales

But he prevails

By putting pieces out as lures!

–Jonathan Caswell

    I had me a book manuscript nearly ( ? ) completed…and suddenly decided not to publish, at least not at that publisher, as nice as the new staff .  Maybe I will send it to them but not just now.

ON THE RECEIVING END,

by Jonathan Caswell

SO…on this blog, BY THE MIGHTY MUMFORD and my other blog, THE MARVELOUS MUMFORD–and maybe some teasers at OUR POETRY CORNER–I’ll be posting poetry from the alleged book until I figure out where and how to formally publish it–if at all.  🙂

THE BOOK…is about my recent experience over the last six months or so, damaging, ignoring, losing two toes on my right foot by amputation, rehab. and recovery.  The basic premise–with other observations added–is to look at how difficult doctors, caretakers and such like me ( ! ) make such terrible patients, when it’s our turn to be cared for!

Other bloggers use some titles repeatedly as categories.  Each of mine here are what I plan to use in the book, which is, as you know, semi-autobiographical.  These subtitles will be (in this series):

READY…AIM…FIRE!

(Who makes poor patients and maybe why?)

THE HEALERS

(Nurses, therapist, aides from hospital, rehabilitation and home care I’ve known)

REHAB RUMINATIONS

FOOD FOR THOUGHT

(Various related issues of interest)

THE END OF THE MATTER?

FANCY FILLY FINANCING…LYRICS

FANCY FILLY FINANCING

(new lyrics to: GRANDMA’S IN THE CELLAR)

I-rish I had a shilling

For redheads unwilling

To give me even the time of day…

For many the lass

Who this poor boy will pass

Refusing to go e’en part of the way!

Chasing gold

Gets old

When the end of rainbows run away…

The finest Irish girls

Using me for finger twirls

Then finding another man with which to stay.

A guy just off the boat

Decided to devote

Energies to take away my Carol girl…

This Irish boy called George

Deepened the gorge

By taking Carol out for a whirl.

Spoke a line,

Spent his dime

To steal away my only first girlfriend…

Held back a grade he was mature

Making his girl conquest sure,

I barely saw her ’til the school year’s end!

–Jonathan Caswell