GLOWERY DAY OKAY

(HAIKU)

Glowery dark skies,

All is bright seeing your eyes…

Flowers surround you!

–J.E.C

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(an A-B-C-B RHYME SCHEME)

Glowery is the day,

When I’m not at your side…

Thoughts of you brighten my way

With flowers turning to the Light!

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The Light of God we are,

Who follow Christ Jesus Lord…

Living water springs forth

When to Him we open our heart’s door.

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Everyday in God’s kingdom

Is like a sunshiny day…

No cloud or rain can disturb us,

Our Lord through shadow…leads the way.

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–Jonathan Caswell

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(LIMERICK-STYLE)

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All glowery it looks out there,

Moisture hanging in air…

Darkness all

 Destined to fall,

On its knees to our Creator fair!

–J.E.C.

(TANKA-STYLE)

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Sunshine hid by clouds

Mortals yawn with out-stretched arms

A good soaking rain

Glowery skies  in your eyes

Are worse than having no sun!

–J.E.C.

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–Jonathan E. Caswell, Poet

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“TANKA YOU”…WE TRY THESE TOO!

(The Poet counts syllables on his fingers!)

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Twenty question here,

What better way, oh my dear…

Pen pals start hoping:

Lilac scent for friendship meant…

Pictures exchange by email.

–J.E.C.

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Leaving town a week,

Traveling partly by train…

(AMTRAK value plan)..

Taking bus to the station,

Railroad communication!

–J.E.C.

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Our garden is full,

Of tomatoes and flowers…

Neighbors help harvest:

Some green tomato mincemeat,

If frost the ripening beats!

–J.E.C.

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–Jonathan E. Caswell

RAIN-FILLED TANKA

RAIN-FILLED TANKA

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Heavy showers passed

Until the next down-pour blast…

Drying interlude:

People take their nightly walk,

With umbrellas close at hand!

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–Jonathan Caswell

EPISODE #5

EPISODE # 5 OF “THREE WEST”:

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A TANKA…

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Group dynamics flow,

Gentle lifting of chins…

Affirmation lives!

Those members found

Each others’ ideas sound.

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–Jonathan Caswell

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TWO HAIKU

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Inner self-review

Group therapy does

Point out rainbow trails!

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Psyches in motion,

Chances to choose and to change…

Open emotions!

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–Jonathan Caswell

TANKA SUNDAY

TANKA SUNDAY

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Yellow butterflies

By our window panes fly by,

Back-forth in the sun:

Gentle breezes move tree branches

Ants collect aphid ranches!

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I stayed home to sleep

Borderline health hard to keep,

Guilt…but I’ll mail offering in…

It’s called a holy rest day

But to worship…come today!

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Sunday times are slow

But for Youth League teams at play…

Christians must then choose:

Kids or church…tough choices made,

Church could help another day!

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Meals are catch as can

After one big dinner time…

Leftovers for all:

Institutions serve light meals,

Restaurants do good business!

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Sunday services

An informal time to go,

Less tight suit–more jeans:

Often for the younger set

And those who work morning shifts.

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–Jonathan Caswell

TANKA AND HAIKU ASSORTMENT

TANKA AND HAIKU ASSORTMENT FOR MEMORIAL DAY

(To keep blogging…I gotta keep writing!)

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Memories still sting

Of loved ones gone to battle,

Not so long ago…

Death rattles’ painful image,

Softened because they’re at peace.

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Distant grave await

The trumpet’s call to freedom

Few expect to hear!

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Many nights we cried,

For young people lost in lands

Where we never went…

Some surprised us at the door,

Some have never been confirmed!

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Mainstream media

Too cheap to set aside time

For those who gave all.

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Flowers sprout on graves,

American flags renewed…

Showing someone cares:

Looted medallions sold,

Kids whose memories are cheap.

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Millions remember

Where valor is still valued

Sacrifice mattered.

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Many old movies,

All that money–nothing new?

Corporations don’t…

Christian networks do the most,

Special networks fan the flame.

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Rhine bridge was intact

“Padre was busy”

Won’t happen today!

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—Jonathan Caswell

TANKA OF BELONGING

TANKA OF BELONGING

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Alan on crutches,

We both know putting feet up…

Feeling uselessness!

Keep feet higher than the heart

Buoyed by the nursing care!

–J.E.C.

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Still being wanted

Working at this company

A nice tear-jerker!

Tears of joy and gratitude

And water over the dam!

–J.E.C.

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One man on duty

(No women Security)

Able to watch grounds.

I cannot walk the patrol,

My cane is not optional!

–J.E.C.

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Black olives are in…***

He hasn’t said anything,

Gotten away with-?

Not seeing his reaction

Misses the point of the joke.

–Jonathan Caswell

***SEE…the poem, “BLACK OLIVES IN…!”