Tag Archives: poetry by Jonathan Caswell

PASTA AND SAUCE FOR SUPPER

Pasta and sauce for supper,

Mostly Chef Boy-ar-dee…

Mixed with rotini this supper

Is enough to satisfy me.

A grilled cheese sandwich and peanut butter,

‘Though the peanut is nearly gone…

The heart barely flutters

From the fat and salt it carries on!

Maybe when home, ice cream,

Can help to sweeten the day…

And one of my wife’s kisses

Before in exhaustion I sleep away.

–Jonathan Caswell

HE’S NO SAINT WITHOUT GOD IN THE PICTURE

HE’S NO SAINT WITHOUT GOD IN THE PICTURE

He’s a liar, deceiver and cheat,

The list is hardly complete…

If it were not for God

He’d be acting odd

And wallowing in self-deceit.

And yes, he’s gone ’round behind

A brother when it suited his mind.

Adulterous thoughts

Have rarely  been caught,

But also made his heart blind.

He was a bigot in the past,

The Lord rooted it out at last…

Violence he’s done

To a smaller one,

Deeds for which shame lasts!

Who is this monster we see,

He’s part–but not all–me…

I don’t measure

But serve ast God’s pleasure,

With my confession, repentance He frees!

As a saint on earth I fail,

We all will in life travail…

In Christ my cloak

In His righteousness soak,

hE ALLOWS ME WITHIN THE vEIL…!

–Jonathan Caswell

NIGHT SKIES OPENING UP

NIGHT SKIES OPENING UP

Amateur weatherman

Smilingly offers the plan…

If you thought THIS tough

The sky will open up,

Sending needed rain on the land!

OF COURSE–the raincoat is home,

Only my suitcoat enrobed…

Little rain spots

On the sleeves look like dots,

A bath I’ll be getting enrobed.

It’s yet  heavy rain,

Just a chance I might refrain

From being soaked

While minimally cloaked,

With a soggy wet suit, just the same!

–Jonathan Caswell

LOVE GONE DRY

LOVE GONE DRY

Our Love, our love has gone dry,

It’s a wonder it did not die…

Nothing wet for sixteen years

Holding hands and sharing tears,

Yet we hope someday to fly.

Frustrated by “NO”

Our love had nought to go…

Pent-up and crying

Pushed aside by bitter vying,

The death it faced was very slow.

Covenant love,

Agape’ from above,

Keeps them going

And it’s showing,

But romance…is a shadow of itself!

–Jonathan Caswell

EXPLAINABLE BEHAVIOR?

EXPLAINABLE BEHAVIOR?

An idiot-savant is he,

What other explanation could there be…?

Keeping him on

With others long gone,

How else should the guy himself see?

Twelve years at this site,

He hangs on working at night…

Gullible he

With an M.S.E.,

Doesn’t always act a-right.

Thought he was close to canning,

Wonders what folks are planning…

Do they debate

His mental state

And fear for its standing?

He wish he could quit and be treated,

Fearing actions repeated…

Has happened before

And has more,

Are they being economically cheated?

He has kept this job,

To keep making a bob…

Someday he’ll

See behind the veil

Knowing what were the plans of God.

–Jonathan Caswell

MY OWN KIND???

MY OWN KIND????

For certain churches if named,

By  association I’d be ashamed…

Picking on Jews

Like poor Yahoos,

Misreading the Jews’ Bible claim.

God’s promises are not revoked,

Despite Christians choked

By Saul-Paul’s assertion

We cannot be cursing

The Jews who by brothers are provoked!

All sorts of lies justify hate,

(Like Muslim extremists of late?)…

Ignoring the Word

And flipping birds

At those they’d exterminate.

–Jonathan Caswell