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FAUX IS NO FOE OF HIS!

He’s meeting a few faux fur fans

On his blogging time,

He likes to be friendly

He’s after women’s minds…

He reaches out to anyone

Who likes his poetry,

There’s opportunity for friends–

But then we’ll have to see;

Here is an opportunity

But we will have to see!

–Jonathan Caswell

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SAVED BY A FRIEND

SAVED BY A FRIEND

I drove up as usual

To work on the WI-FI,

Discovered that I’d lost the code

And wanted to cry…

His “IT” friend would not respond

To page or voice mail,

But Allen, another,

Put in the code details!

He found  and typed it in,

Vowing to stay later,

But testing time was lengthened

By a MICROSOFT Update…

When the Update cleared

We tried the link and it worked perfectly,

I thanked my benefactor

For his help gratefully!

–Jonathan Caswell

PAINTING PARTY!

PAINTING PARTY!

(Tune of THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS)

Residents have a painting party

Half-an-hour from right now,

The room is sheathed in plastic–

Will the painters take a bow…

Copying one picture

In acrykic color paint,

Billed as fun for everyone

But Rembrandt it ain’t.

We are grasteful to the folks that

Brought this lady in,

At the risk of leaving carpet stains

Fun causes quite a din…

As for the Poet

His hands often shake,

It’s been a while since he’s tried

A straight line to make!

Like Joni Erickson-Tada,

I could paint with my teeth,

Don’t like the taste of brushes

But my choke reflex is brief…

I think I’ll stay with painting words

On the screens of reader’s minds,

And if I make a typo

I’ll catch it …in time!

And if I make a few typos…

I’ll catch them…in time!

–Jonathan Caswell

ALMOST LIKE OLD TIMES?

ALMOST LIKE OLD TIMES?

Just like his former Mondays,

The first walk is the worst,

His cane goes down the hallway

One leg or the other hurts…

Used to be the first round

Was a struggle to get through,

But now short spurts of walking

Is all that he can do—

But now short spurts of walking

Is all that he can do!

–Jonathan Caswell

THOSE TOUGH TRANSITION BLUES!

Originally posted on THE MARVELOUS MUMFORD:

TRANSITION BLUES

(To the tune of “REPRESSED HOSTILITY BLUES”)

I’ve got those tough….

Transition blues…

Striving to be more holy!

My struggle is….all in my mind,

I like to ogle a lovely hind

But I cannot respond!

I’ve got those tough….transition blues….

Striving yet waiting on the Holy….

He says in His strength alone–

I know that…I need to hone in on

What my Lord says!

Oh there must be a way

I’ll get out okay

From these tough…TRANSITION BLUES!!!!!!

–Jonathan Caswell

A NON-SLOUCHY…”COWL” NECK?

A NON-SLOUCHY…”COWL” NECK?

The Poet’s learning fashion

To write more poetry,

(Fashion posts more often

Than others tend to be)…

He’s learning terms like “cowl neck”

And over-sized–baggy,

When he sees something that he likes

He’ll write it out with glee!!!

A cute young thing named Amy

Who works in Accounts,

A lavender cowl-neck–

In it worth every ounce–

Her cowl neck neatly hung

And her wardrobe neatly styled,

It brightened in a pastel way

When at the Guard she smiled!

–Jonathan Caswell

POETS’ ENVY FOR PAINTERS

POETS’ ENVY FOR PAINTERS

tune: OH JERUSALEM)

The other night I saw the clouds

In the western sky…

One side was all golden,

The other…grey and white:

The white was stark against the grey

In huge cotton balls,

The right side…golden sun came through

As of from Heaven’s halls…

From the right side, golden light came through

As if from Heaven’s halls!

The sunset clouds,

Those sunset clouds…

Changing as we speak!

So hard to describe in poetic terms.

Except with tongue-in-cheek!

The scene kept changing as I watched,

The golden slowly dies,

Cotton candy darkened

While lit up from inside…

The cloud bank slowly lost its light

While lit gold from inside!

Oh sunset cloud,

Oh sunset clouds,

Covering God’s holy light!

Keep changing into the darkness

Providing an art’s delight…

Keep changing ito darkness…

Providing artistic delight!!!!!

–Jonathan Caswell