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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

MARCH 17TH, 2014

MARCH 17TH, 2014

I think I won’t celebrate this year,

Being from the “orange” isn’t as dear…

As politically more correct green,

Though both on the flag, time has seen

To inflict the orange with fear.

I used to wear both orange and green

Socks under trousers unseen…

And then make a show

Of letting folks know,

I was colorfully in the scene!

It’s not about girls, beer and bread,

Or wearing green hats on the head…

There’s history here

For which was dear,

Many sacrifices now dead.

Irish propaganda, the same,

Some vehicles for Sinn Fein…

And the I.R.A.

Currently at bay,

Revenue from this day did obtain.

British deliberate attempts

To institutionalize contempts…

Ethnicity and faith

Commandeered for the State

To keep native peoples as meant.

And yes–I’ve drunk green beer–

Eaten soda bread with cheer…

Traded red for green,

British red was obscene

To Irish Catholics here.

Having ancestral blood in all three,

It’s increasingly hard for me…

To willingly be silly

On a day warm but chilly,

With conflict blood inside of me!

–Jonathan Caswell