EXIT RITUAL

His job as Security,

Is saying “goodbye” as they flee…

A ritual each

Uses to teach

Their own proclivity!

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–Jonathan Caswell

LO–IN THE NIGHT WATCHES

LO–IN THE NIGHT WATCHES…!

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Looking at flickering screens

Showing no one there…

Finding secure means

Someone must watch there.

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No radio breaks silent waves

Of air handler sound…

Occasional peeks from a lab or two

Proves people are around.

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Poetry and surveillance–

What we’re allowed to do…

Keeping watch o’er anything

That danger might construe.

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A cart appears near this door

For a pizza delivery…

I’ll open the main gate when they come,

Helping the economy!

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I am full from two burritos,

And several pieces of fruit…

On  my way home the windows lowered

I’ll join the “instant-toot”.

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–Jonathan Caswell

NOBODY CONSIDERS US!

NOBODY CONSIDERS US!

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When Quality Department big-wigs

Move into their brand new digs…

The kitchen will be

Twice as far for me,

Security’s left in the sticks!

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They were going to put an elevator

Where our desk is, till later,

We don’t know when

Or where it goes in,

We;re the LAST to know, until later.

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They say…the sprinkler room is back,

We can use it for our coats and the power pack…

Helping dead cars,

That duty is ours,

Keeping employees on track.

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We monitor video feeds,

Wherever the company needs…

Front, back and sides–

Not much hides–

Especially wildlife bad deeds!

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I see all the doors we once closed,

That function we’ve no longer owed…

Rounds are made quicker

Labor costs slicker,

Only first shift has two guards to close.

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All the other shifts have just one

Guard, including weekends–what fun!–

We sit monitoring

Nearly everything,

From a command post on our buns!

–Jonathan Caswell

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BEST REDONE

BEST REDONE!

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Security pulling its weight,

I had to re-open the gate…

So Family Goose

Wouldn’t stay on the loose,

But return to their pond estate.

–Jonathan Caswell

LOOKING FORWARD TO IT!

LOOKING FORWARD TO IT!

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The building will soon be intact

And I can fulfill my contract…

Do my rounds

As nice as that sounds,

Then I KNOW I WILL HAVE COME BACK!

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Being limited to the desk,

My pride wants to do the rest…

Pulling my weight

Would be great,

And to keep up my job would be best!

=

—Jonathan Caswell

A LITTLE BIRD LOOKS

A LITTLE BIRD LOOKS

The noise of a little bird flying

Against our window, spying…

To see–was it true–

No bird could get through,

The window where many were trying.

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One bird did get in, a pigeon,

Who ruffled Security a smidgen…

Was eventually caught,

An exile fraught

With the consequence of man’s decision.

–Jonathan Caswell

(See that…a happy poem!)

🙂

AND CUSTODIAN, TOO!

AND CUSTODIAN, TOO!

 

Security around here

Has lots of stuff to do…

Our job is access control

And sometimes custodian too.

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I “ice melted” the front sidewalk

And just did the back…

I’m glad in this place they are kind

And cut us a little slack.

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We pass out pay and reimbursement checks

And notices from HR too…

We’ve sopped up ponds in the penthouse,

And acting custodians, too!

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And if a cell phone turns up lost

Or a door needs a certain key…

We help in any way we can,

For we are Security!

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

THEY WERE SWARMING

THEY WERE SWARMING

I don’t know what the problem was,

But a lot of blue lights* flashed,

Nearly every mile or two

Some poor guy’s bad luck hatched…

Though some had vehicles towed off

I’m glad I wasn’t one,

I’ve spent my time on the roadside

And at night it isn’t fun!

–Jonathan Caswell

* In Massachusetts…that means THE COPS!!!!  🙂

DOUGLAS AT NIGHT

DOUGLAS AT NIGHT

I walked through Douglas last night,

A darkened stroll in varied light…

Beheld those dam lights*

To guide goose flights,

The swans were beyond my sight.

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Walking alone in the dark,

My work bag got heavier as I walked…

Its shoulder strap

Gratefully intact,

On alternating shoulders it parked.

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Was grateful for passing cars,

I could see down the road far…

To avoid branches snapped

Or by a vine wrapped,

Waking on cement or tar.

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The Mumford gurgled peacefully,

As the lights of town I see…

Over a stone bridge

Paced slackened a smidge,

It was a long walk for me!

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The grade up twisting North Street,

Reminded of my old Health Aide beat…

Hayward Landing, I was sure,

Was just as secure:

Living there would have been a treat.

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Passed an darkened police cruiser where

I quietly passed who was there…

And went on my way

Without delay,

Enjoying warm night air.

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Couldn’t see lights of home through the trees,

‘Til I rounded the corner and eased…

Onto the driveway

Where I started my day,

I hoped my shop’s bill wouldn’t quease!

–Jonathan Caswell

*See my poem, LANDING LIGHTS????, posted July 2, 2013.

YOUNG AND TRIM

YOUNG AND TRIM

 

This Security gal in dark blue,

Played her music loud too…

She was first in line

While I took my time,

Picking up some “liquid moo”.

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The music her car stereo

Played was stuff I didn’t know…

Tween hiphop and rap

The musical nightcap,

Her youth and music taste showed.

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So. anyway, standing behind,

She wanted a certain cigarette kind…

On her birthdate line

She replied “eighty-nine”,

Old enough for the smokes she could find.

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A pleasant young woman she was,

A pleasure in line because….

Though I was too old

Her way wasn’t cold

Toward another “rent-a-cop” fuzz.

 

–Jonathan Caswell