Tag Archives: a friend

FASHION WELL-STATED

Lovely Denise brings the mail,

To Security without fail…

Red fuzzy top short sleeve

Scoop necked with metal relief…

Always the stylish girl!

Simple  yet like a queen,

Metal strips are small but gleem…

With her eyes

No surprise,

A vibrant part of her team!

Camera’s aren’t allowed,

Nor fashion comments out loud…

Denise is a friend

Pleasantries no end,

Steadies when I’m in despond!

–Jonathan Caswell

 Featured image suggests what her simple arrangement  around her sweater’s scoop neck may be a suggestion of!

PEAR WITH A BIG ROUND BUMP

A friend is due in May,

The baby’s kicking every day…

Her baby bump

Is beautiful in front,

The sweet girl smiles near all day!

–Jonathan Caswell

MIDNIGHT STRANGER

MIDNIGHT STRANGER

As midnight moved to one o’clock

And I went for a walk,

I spied a stranger on the porch

Who wouldn’t look up to gawk.

I assumed he was a neighbor though

I’d seen his kind in town…

Hunched over in the porch light,

His skin was medium browm.

I assume he was a him after all,

The normal clues weren’t there…

‘Though it was a treat to see someone else

Sampling the night air!

He did not speak of even stir

As by him I strode…

I thought he was a younger edition

Of  my friend, the toad.

–Jonathan Caswell

OVER A (HALF-) BARREL

OVER A (HALF-) BARREL

My wife likes growing plants,

As long as they don’t harbor ants…

A friend made her laugh

With a barrel (just half),

In the garden to dirty MY pants!

The bending and work–you know who–

Will do as he’s asked to do…

For veggies and flowers

He’ll work it for hours,

Maybe get a taste of it, too!

–Jonathan Caswell

BLESSED BE THE TIE…

BLESSED BE THE TIE…

The redhead walked down the hall:

“Are you wearing your tie at all…”

Last night I’d neglected

Being properly connected,

But tonight that won’t befall.

–Jonathan Caswell

HURTING THE ONES…

HURTING THE ONES…

 

The other day he found a way

To “klutz-up” really bad…

The problem was he was a “skuzz”

Toward the best friend he had.

She had treated him so well

In a way that never demeans…

The way he acted showed her that

He actually didn’t give beans!

About her and this she felt

Was extremely poor taste…

And when he woke up to see this,

He knew she had a case.

Why do I klutz and hurt the ones

Who have done me the most good?

(He said) My heart must be made of stone,

My head a block of wood!

Indeed we hurt the ones we love

And don’t always treat folks well…

The regret of things we can’t take back,

Unresolved can lead us to Hell…!

 

–Jonathan Caswell