Tag Archives: staying awake

IN LOVE WITH AN IDEA?

Ideas flow in one’s head,

closer one is to bed…

Impressions made

Often are laid’

Down in a sleepy head.

Then one doesn’t sleep,

The idea tends to creep,

And transfix the mind

For a long time,

To relax one must debrief!

Many are nights

When caught by loving delights…

Memories

Where actions cease,

Wishing with all of one’s might.

Finally to let go,

Asleep in a few hours or so…

disappointed

so appointed,

To have one’s wishes told “no”.

(An aging person’s poem)

–Jonathan Caswell

DRIVING HOME ONE NIGHT

DRIVING HOME ONE NIGHT

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?

–Jonathan Caswell

BORED ENOUGH TO SQUIRM

BORED ENOUGH TO SQUIRM

Earning a living this way,

When bored enough I play,,,

Games of BOOKWORM*

Reducing squirm,

So the brain won’t fade away!

–Jonathan  Caswell

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TRAILER TRUCK TAG

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.

Among the games in his bag

Is something called “trailer truck tag”…

Alternating places

Within trucker “races”

With nobody getting the swag.

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.

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

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.

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!

On this desk, some “ROLLO” candy,

Would have been eaten grandly…

This diabetic

Thinks it copacetic,

To shuffle like Raggedy Ann and Andy.

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.

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!

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!!!

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.”

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.

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.

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.  🙂

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.

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!!!!!)