Tag Archives: rhyming couplets

A MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE

A MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE

It’s a merry Christmas  Eve,

God’s Son we will receive…

In the manger this night

The Child of God’s light!

Surely Santa knows just how

To through the world plow…

This year he’s using drones

To reach more homes!

It’s a merry Christmas Eve,

How shoppers bob and weave…

Driving here and there

For presents show they care.

Postal workers here stop,

Sorting mail by two o’clock…

All those items can wait

So the folks can celebrate!.-

Hurry up for Christmas Day,

Under trees a fine array…

Enjoy the food and song

For the return lines are long!

HAVE A MERRY, BLESSED, CHRISTMAS!!!!!

–Jonathan Caswell

WINTER WATCH–FEBRUARY 14-15

WINTER WATCH–FEBRUARY 14-15

Forecast said…was this right…

We’ll get snow by early light,

It’s after three AM my dear

And snowfall isn’t here.

Did it go far out to sea?

Ask those folks on TV!

–Jonathan Caswell

PUSHING THE HOURS

PUSHING THE HOURS

The day after Valentines

I couldn’t sleep between the lines…

TV murmurs hurt me so,

I had to let ideas flow.

Writing in the dark of night

By turning on another light

I find it good to awake stay,

Meeting early the light of day.

Scientific theory says

To push your hours ’round till bed…

Establishing circadian

Rhythms in a sleepy head.

All-nighters pulled

During school

For older men

Remain a tool!

–Jonathan Caswell

RHYMING COUPLETS….from “COACH”

RHYMING COUPLETS

(From the Postman-Poet, “COACH”)

When you first said, “Hello,” I was not sure–

For I had not seen anything like them before.

The sparkle, the shine–

Could I be losing my mind?

I thought I could read them like a book–

They had that exotic “Come hither” look.

But your decorum and mannerisms belied this theory–

So I was left once again to ponder till weary.

But, alas I turned to that place known as my heart–

And it was there I was told where to look for a start.

So I looked up toward the sky–

And I could now see why.

They sparkle, they shine–

They totally blow my mind.

They were a gift to you from up above–

And delivered to you by a snow-white dove.

Now I can enjoy them as all others do–

Those remarkable windows that make you, you.

Now somehow this world is a much sweeter place–

For the windows to your soul have stated their case.

If the innocence of you knows not of what I speak–

It is your gorgeous eyes I will forever seek.

They sparkle, they shine–

They totally blow my mind.

And if you are wondering why it took me years to tell–

It is only now I see them clear as a bell.

–“COACH”*

* The pseudonym given by a Post Office worker who picks up an out-going mail basket 4-5 times a week from the company where I work 2nd shift as Security.  Some of his work has been used in the local schools to teach English literature and creative writing.  And no, I don’t know his real name.  🙂

WHAT HE DID, by Carl A. Gooch

WHAT HE DID

Jesus shed precious blood for man,

He paid the price of sin’s demand…

His love poured out that dark day

That we might live in a better way!

And though a sinner you may see,

My Lord came and set me free…

I am a man and sometimes fall

But my loving Lord forgave it all.

The Lord Most High, my Savior be,

He was the lamb of sacrifice for me…

He filled my heart–it overflows–

I will praise him that the world knows!

I remember my life filled with sin,

I was lost not knowing where to begin…

I heard him calling but run and hid,

But now I praise Him for what He did.

A miracle was given to me that day…

Now there is no day I do not pray!

Carl A. Gooch ~ 27 March 2014

SAINT PATRICK’S DAY AFTERMATH

SAINT PATRICK’S DAY AFTERMATH

Now it’s nearly over, have we had enough cheer,

From those silly costumes and the green-dyed beer…

Making lots of money selling Guinness stout—

I remember it’s the good stuff, I hope they didn’t run out!

Now those decorations will go half-price on sale,

Save ’em until next year…one can cheaply regale!

College kids may knuckle down to their study work,

Wouldn’t you know..a few will go back to the bars to twerk!

–Jonathan Caswell