Tag Archives: Caswell limerick-style poetry

THE PERSON EASILY BORED

THE PERSON EASILY BORED

A person with interests untoward,

Is often easily bored…

Opportunity of feeling

Emotions revealing,

They want extra voltage on board.

Life—good but dull–

Enlivened by an exciting pull…

But interest over time

Begins to decline,

They yearn another fantasy cull.

Being caught or forced to stop,

Resentment builds toward the “cop”…

Enforcing rules

Taking away jewels,

Before lost in one more pop!

Addictive behavior indeed,

Selfishness and greed…

Deep-sited

Unrequited

Bondage that would be freed.

Made in the image of God,

Corrupted, unstable and flawed…

Enigma that sings

Collecting things,

Experiences pure and bawd.

–Jonathan Caswell

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DO THEY MISS ME????

DO THEY MISS ME????

I really am missing my friends,

And I’m not happy with life’s current trends…

I wonder if they

Have wandered this way,

Or  now our relationship ends?

I want to jump out from my desk,

But that has considerable risk…

Grabbing for hugs

Tighter than lugs,

In real desperation, I guess!

To keep a job, I am restrained,

So the company is not defamed…

I will be fine

But who’s taking time

To check out my blog just the same?

(Maybe the counseling is just in time?)

–Jonathan Caswell

THE DUMB CLUCK

THE DUMB CLUCK

College-educated, he should know

Every-once-in-a-while he would blow…

His cover wide open

But go on hoping,

He would not be forced to go!

His tongue short out and then

It shoved back in again….

Hands did their thing

In offering

The victim a contraband “lend”.

So he’s gone back in the soup,

No contact allowed with the group….

Self hatred won’t make

The sunshine to break

Just be glad he is still in the loop!

–Jonathan Caswell

BESIDE THE RIVER

BESIDE THE RIVER

A little brook began

In cedar swamps it ran…

Going past the house

Quiet as a mouse,

As quiet as a brook ever can.

Growing wider farther down

The slope heading into town….

People park

And study tree bark,

Bringing smiles out of a frown.

It finally reaches the sea,

Rivers, like roots of a tree…

Finest branches to bigger,

Where people figure

Beside one is good for me!

–Jonathan Caswell

BEING USED WELL

BEING USED WELL

The concept of being “well-used”

In Dickens’ MARTIN CHUZZLEWIT, or EDWIN DROOD…

Has different connotations

From its originations,

We think now of being abused.

To wit:  being used well,

One had one’s talents to tell…

Which another might coax

To profit you both,

The resultant outcome would be swell.

This negative sense of well-used,

Not so easily disabused…

“Used” is being taken

Spit out and forsaken,

The kind of thing of which we’re not amused.

Has someone helped you reach your full potential,

Been positive as your personal seneschal…

If thus you are improved

And life has come well-hooved,

Then gratefully say you have been used well!

–Jonathan Caswell

(My college English Literature professors would be pleased.)

MAN’S FEARS

MAN’S FEARS

Excuses he made in the past,

Kept him from decisions cast…

Alternate affections

Inducing defections

From marriages supposed to last.

Not getting much at home,

Eyes and mind do tend to roam…

This fear of affairs

To his doctor he airs,

She says to a professional it is known.

A natural tendency to cling

To the one through whom light’s shining….

The danger is real

But she feels

Proper distance will be maintaining.

A note perhaps about her,

The woman who is his doctor…

He knows the line,

Looks away sometimes

Frequently as he prefers.

The nurses there are family,

Been going there a long time, you see…

One or two at close quarters

Are pleasant but mortar

The wall up professionally!

She’ll help him get counseling

And a new social worker to swing…

Emergency care

Helping him prepare

For improvement so he can sing!

–Jonathan Caswell