Our Poetry Corner,

Is a blog began by Mr. Ron DuBour many years ago and where Mr. Caswell got his own WORDPRESS start.,,,before branching out on his own, with BY THE MIGHTY MUMFORD. Many years later, Caswell returned to find it just sitting here and has in effect adopted it, even though he does not have access to all adminstrative functions. So here we are doing what we can to keep this thing going!

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Jonathan Caswell—https://bythemightymumford.wordpress.com and also THE MARVELOUS MUMFORD, at https://thenewcaz.wordpress.com.

Knowing her is worth the fight,

We go through when things aren’t right….

Bluntness reigns

Between two with brains,

Led by the Spirit’s Light!

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Two writers met on a whim,

She first noticed him…

Different worlds

Together unfurled,

Lighted their worlds sometimes grim.

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Companionship, perhaps love,

Common interests their treasure trove…

As time expires

So their desires

To be near their good friend have grown.

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Jonathan Caswell

Talking of New Year’s preparing,

Old laundry freshly airing…

Hung out to view

Before the new,

Comes online for sharing!

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Not just sharing the old,

Ponder the future foretold….

Prophesy

Looked to frequently,

How many you think have been sold?

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Jonathan Caswell

The route to “woody” dreams,

Filled with get rich quick schemes…

Erectile dysfunction

Brings certain compunction

To search out what works—or seems!

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A certain topical oil,

Blood flow supposedly roiled…

A lesson learned

All it did was burn—-

Images of mad love-making spoiled!

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Only the finest compounding will do,

But needle insertion requires two…

Operating alone

Obtaining good “bone”

Risks certain injury to get through!

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Jonathan Caswell

So who will stay up with me?

I can’t sleep a wink obviously…

With times like these

Do we sail foreign seas—

Imagine—what would it be?

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Jonathan Caswell

What do we do with it all,

A lot of it tiny and small…

Pennies, memories

And old diamond rings

That through the cracks may fall?

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Jonathan Caswell

A pile of ginger snaps,

Half a dozen perhaps…?

Disappear quick

It’s no wonder he’s not sick,

Does a diabetic’s mind lapse?

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Jonathan Caswell

Doing something healthy online,

Like Poetry redeems our time..

Creating verse

Some better some worse

Exercises heart and mind!

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Jonathan Caswell

Writing without the “o”

Gets harder the farther you go…

Sticking keys

on my keyboard make these

poems write rather “sleaux”

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Jonathan Caswell

A POOR MAN’S POTLATCH