Tag Archives: poetry

LO–IN THE NIGHT WATCHES

LO–IN THE NIGHT WATCHES…!

Looking at flickering screens

Showing no one there…

Finding secure means

Someone must watch there.

No radio breaks silent waves

Of air handler sound…

Occasional peeks from a lab or two

Proves people are around.

Poetry and surveillance–

What we’re allowed to do…

Keeping watch o’er anything

That danger might construe.

A cart appears near this door

For a pizza delivery…

I’ll open the main gate when they come,

Helping the economy!

I am full from two burritos,

And several pieces of fruit…

On  my way home the windows lowered

I’ll join the “instant-toot”.

–Jonathan Caswell

BROWN-EYED GIRLS REPRISED

BROWN-EYED GIRLS REPRISED

Attraction to brown-eyed girls,

Often with ginger hair…

His heart would drum seeing that one

Entranced when she’s there!

Van Morrison had it right,

Her shapeliness beyond compare…

He wished he had in school been bad

This  connoisseur of the fair.

Too late and too many dreams,

She looked for the thinner it seems…

Those of his kind never came to mind—

So much for his brown-eyed dreams!

–Jonathan Caswell

TERMINAL CASE OF POETRY

TERMINAL CASE OF POETRY

He’s got a terminal case,

PLEASE–make some space…

This terminal’s opening

(For which he was hoping),

Will long hours of work…grace!

–Jonathan Caswell

ONE THING…!

ONE THING…!

One thing I lke of this crowd,

We shout our preferences loud…

Return to play

At the next post which may

Draw one or two–or a crowd!

–Jonathan Caswell

WAR TO WIN—A BATTLE LOST

WAR TO WIN–A BATTLE LOST

He couldn’t resist much more,

Slipping poetry under her door…

Cameras saw most

Of his anxious post,

He can claim he was making a tour!

–Jonathan Caswell

RE-ENGINEERING DREAMS

RE-ENGINEERING DREAMS

Got thinking last night while wide awake,

About fulfilling of dreams…

Sometimes it is strange the paths we take

In engineering schemes.

I have a bedside train set,

That doesn’t run a bit…

I spend time working on the track

And want to then change it!

Shifting buildings, track and trains,

Not making the thing run…

Makes me wonder about the pains

It takes to get something done.

Now…POETRY…is not the same,

It springs at times like weeds…

It doesn’t take a technical brain

To satisfy one’s needs.

I’ll keep working on the trains,

Some day I’ll see the light….

Of a running train at last

Before I say, “good night”.

–Jonathan Caswell

THANKSGIVING NIGHT REPAST

THANKSGIVING NIGHT REPAST

 

Not many leftovers were left,

For supper I was rather bereft…

The last peanut butter

With bread, I uttered,

Would serve me as well, instead!

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

LADIES’ TABLE

LADIES’ TABLE

 

The old guys’ easy chairs’re gone,

The ladies sit at the table enthronged…

Commenting on stuff

Til they’ve had enough

Discussion about who comes along!

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

THE BOYS ARE BACK!

THE BOYS ARE BACK!

Two more trucks in the parking lot,

The boys are back to work….

On some project that needs the team

Some toilet chains to jerk?

Sometimes inside, sometimes out,

Always for coffee break…

Mutual interest carries on

Leaves blown for appearance-sake.

Good men all for working hard

Not on union time…

Company uses all of them

For jobs with extra grime.

–Jonathan Caswell