Ideas flow in one’s head,
closer one is to bed…
Impressions made
Often are laid’
Down in a sleepy head.
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Then one doesn’t sleep,
The idea tends to creep,
And transfix the mind
For a long time,
To relax one must debrief!
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Many are nights
When caught by loving delights…
Memories
Where actions cease,
Wishing with all of one’s might.
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Finally to let go,
Asleep in a few hours or so…
disappointed
so appointed,
To have one’s wishes told “no”.
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(An aging person’s poem)
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–Jonathan Caswell
Working just one more night,
For one day I won the fight…
Keeping eyes open
And I’m hoping,
The same’ll be true Friday night!
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–J.E.C.
OVER ICE!
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Chocolate espresso over ice,
Four of them taste nice…
Staying awake
This really takes the cake,
A delicious way of chocolate over ice!
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–Jonathan Caswell
DRIVING HOME ONE NIGHT
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When the radio seems to be jinxed,
One’s mind often wanders and thinks…
Do skuunks in play
Practice their spray,
And what the other skunk thinks?
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–Jonathan Caswell
BORED ENOUGH TO SQUIRM
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Earning a living this way,
When bored enough I play,,,
Games of BOOKWORM*
Reducing squirm,
So the brain won’t fade away!
–Jonathan Caswell
Available from “POPCAP GAMES”, M.S.N. and other on–line purveyors.
TRAILER TRUCK TAG
While driving on day-long trips,
For boredom the man equips…
Himself with games
Like what were those names,
In case concentration dips.
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Among the games in his bag
Is something called “trailer truck tag”…
Alternating places
Within trucker “races”
With nobody getting the swag.
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When entering a rest stop,
See which “brands” of trailers have stopped…
Trading lanes back and forth
Going west or north,
Or any direction you’ve popped.
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You’re in a pretend brotherhood,
Of familiar vehicles, all good…
When they exit you say,
Have a good day,
We’ll catch you on the “flip-flop”, we should!
–Jonathan Caswell
SILLY RHYME TO STAY AWAKE BY
Working on little sleep time,
Nodding off at work is not fine…
If I had a piece
Of candy at least
I’d stoke things up to run the line.
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If I couldn’t find me a Glock,
I’d have to rely on Spock…
His Vulcan mind-meld
Often has felled
The meanest of villainy’s stock!
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On this desk, some “ROLLO” candy,
Would have been eaten grandly…
This diabetic
Thinks it copacetic,
To shuffle like Raggedy Ann and Andy.
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Alas, the end is no nearer,
A few precious minutes clearer…
Digging up lines
For stanzas takes time,
And the wish for some becomes dearer.
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I spent all our money today
On gasoline but that’s okay…
My driver’s license is renewed,
The optometrist viewed
My eyes and let me play!
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We are getting hungry too,
There’s not in the larder to view…
But Lise Ledoux
(An angel, too!)
Gave us bread loaves, not a few!!!
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We’re discouraged from more than one hug,
Or hugs so long we stick to the rug…
Lise is the kind
I could hug all the time,
But then risk romantic “tugs.”
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I found the “ROLLO” wrapper
In the basket, shining so dapper…
The good stuff is gone,
Which never takes long
For a bite-sized piece it’s a snapper.
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Thank God for generous friends
When the paycheck quickly ends…
Leaving little-to-nothing
For face stuffing,
Or the other things we need to attend.
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This man just turned fifty-six
But at times feels between and betwixt…
Boyish jealousy
(Why doesn’t she hug ME!!)
And maturity you thought was fixed. 🙂
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I’ll take a moment so far
To lug all this nice bread to the car…
Then won’t be surprised
By eager fruit flies,
Who wish clean food conditions to mar.
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One more hour until Stevie arrives,
Amazing how time affects lives…
If I don’t end soon
I’ll be writing ’till next moon,
And any attempt to publish this dies.
–Jonathan Caswell
(YAWN!!!!!)
POT OF COFFEE—MORE!
He drinks nearly a full pot,
Often drinks it cold…
Then can’t get to sleep and must keep
Watch til the night is old.
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You’d think that he’d have learned
To vary his fluid intake….
Imbibing such as would not cause
His being so long awake?
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Habits, alas, are often
The hardest things altered…
When tied to a desk there is some risk
In getting what would be preferred.
–Jonathan Caswell
THE SICK BEFORE THE STORM
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Expecting the backwash from Hurricane Sandy,
We’re both sick on the Sunday before—just dandy—
Can’t tape the windows, just barely awake,
I guess we’ll get through, for goodness sake,
This storm should be a jim-dandy!
—Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 