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!
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–Jonathan Caswell
SAVED BY A FRIEND
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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!
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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!
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–Jonathan Caswell
PAINTING PARTY!
(Tune of THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS)
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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.
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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!
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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!
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–Jonathan Caswell
ALMOST LIKE OLD TIMES?
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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!
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–Jonathan Caswell
TRANSITION BLUES
(To the tune of “REPRESSED HOSTILITY BLUES”)
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I’ve got those tough….
Transition blues…
Striving to be more holy!
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My struggle is….all in my mind,
I like to ogle a lovely hind
But I cannot respond!
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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!
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Oh there must be a way
I’ll get out okay
From these tough…TRANSITION BLUES!!!!!!
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–Jonathan Caswell
A NON-SLOUCHY…”COWL” NECK?
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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!!!
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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
tune: OH JERUSALEM)
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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!
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The sunset clouds,
Those sunset clouds…
Changing as we speak!
So hard to describe in poetic terms.
Except with tongue-in-cheek!
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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!
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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
