Tag Archives: blogging

THE BLOGGER BODY’S HURTING…

Been blogging for a long stretch

It takes him time to think,

Of what he can be writing

Has water to drink…

Answering the Comments/Likes

He looks forward to do,

but now his body starts to hurt

We think his time is through!

Coming up with things to write

Is getting real hard,

He’s tried to keep an open mind

As an active bard,

His chest hurts–it’s hard to breathe

And feet are going numb.

Maybe (!) it’s time to close up shop

Of this poetic run—

Maybe if he hurts this much,

His blogging time is done!

–Jonathan Caswell

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THAT “NO–DUH!” MOMENT

Searching why to blog,

Fact not theory logged…

Motives hidden

For each has written,

About the nature they dog!

Purpose of this beast

Is sharing your good stuff at least…

Friendships forming

But a warning,

There are limits to the love feast. (?)

Go find yourself a real friend—

Flesh and blood–if you can…

But in here

We can cheer,

But actually hold your hand?

–Jonathan Caswell

LITERARY SLEIGHT-OF-HAND

LIERARY SLEIGHT-OF-HAND

Choosing alluring titles,

A skill writers perceive as vital…

Catching the eye

Of readers to try,

Seeing the “eye” in eye-full.

Alluring but just a handle,

Won’t work if one can’t hold a candle…

To the test underneath–

Attention is brief,

To other sites readers amble.

Providing that narrative hook,

Educators have written books…

Claiming to know

The best way to go,

But reading theirs costs you big bucks.

-I think that experience

Should guide you forth-hence…

Learn as you blog

You young dog!

Learn literary common sense.

–Jonathan Caswell

FOR THOSE FOLKS I WORK WITH…

FOR THOSE FOLKS —I WORK WITH…AND ANYONE ELSE

I won’t be distributing any poetry in any form, other than someone who directly follows this blog on their own.

Since I have this last try before termination at my job, I am complying.

I won’t go into details (My fault entirely) but they mean it.

There are other factors involved—not just poetry—but I reserve the opportunity to keep my own counsel and not go into details.

–Jonathan Caswell

WHERE’S THE EXCITEMENT GONE?

WHERE’S THE EXCITEMENT GONE?

His Reader was suitably cleansed

And purified for all intents…

What remained was dull,

No fire to pull

Him toward blogged events.

Apparently wrong attitudes

Got stuck in how  he viewed

Certain proceedings

Followed by leadings

Toward folks normally eskewed.

Now he has to find

Better things for his mind…

He’s not a boy

Giving up a toy,

But a man taken in by hinds.

Life’s full of wonder he says,

maybe it’s time he prays…

That God would lead

Him in all speed,

Toward interesting  happy days!

–Jonathan Caswell

CONFESS–REPENT–START OVER!

CONFESS-REPENT–START OVER!

Poor policing of watch they were watching,

They wandered into stuff bebotching…

Images stay

While the sin goes away,

With more help with what they’re watching!

–Jonathan Caswell

SECRET HIDING PLACE

SECRET HIDING PLACE

He hid away his little toy

In a place he could view…

Now he can’t find the little thing

Or the file, to view!

It wasn’t one of his normal toys

Or how he usually sent…

He’d like to get it out someday

But he doesn’t know where it went.

In truth it was the kind of thing

That he should soon delete…

But since he can’t find it

He has to admit defeat!

He will try one more time,

Perhaps it didn’t “take”…

If that is gtrue, his job is done—

Such a piece of cake!

–Jonathan Caswell