James Casey - Poems

Poetry Series James Casey - poems - Publication Date: 2012 Publisher: Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive James Casey(11June 1940) His box fell open and his rambling words did fall Upon the bits of paper, were written things for all Words that were just hidden, somewhere deep inside, Now come to the surface, nowhere left to hide There is a meaning for each line, Search and you shall find it in the rhyme Please don't rush it, don't be blind. Read them slowly, and use your mind He often wonders, how long his poems will last Someday soon, he knows, death will make the box be clasped; His words will then be trapped inside once more Until the box falls and words are scattered on the floor He always questions, never just rides the tide It makes him vulnerable to things he kept inside Forever will he write them, forever will they say Who wrote the words that fell, from within the Box that day. Born to a dysfunctional family in 1940 he had somewhat of a normal childhood until the age of 10 years. His parents divorced and the family was split up. The oldest son went to live with his father, the two girls stayed with their mother and Jim was sent to an orphanage. Jim went from one orphanage to another as they closed down and when he finished junior high school, he was placed in a foster home He graduated high school in 1959 and immediately went into the Navy where he was a Medical Corpsman until he was honorably discharged. He, with his wife. started ThePool Company of Binghamton in 1977 and remained there until he retired in 2003 He has seven children and 17 grandchildren. His book, ' A Collection of Poems ' reflects his life experiences from around the age of 10 to today. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1 1000 Kisses 1000 Kisses A thousand kisses, I promise to you With all my love, multiplied by two For the rest of my life, to the end of my days I'll love only you, in every possible way I'll carry your smile, safe in my heart So my days will be bright, if we're ever apart I'll cherish the time, you grant me with And loving you forever, will not be a myth I'll hold your hand, as we walk I'll listen intently, as you talk Though sometimes, we'll disagree Derogatory names, won't come from me Hateful words, you'll not hear from my voice From this life, to next, loving you is my choice When your old, wrinkled and gray To me, you'll still be as lovely as on our first day When I die, and you think you're alone I'll still be with you, in the words of this poem Jim1988 James Casey www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 2 1988 1988 This year has been hard, With everything that's changed, My life's plans and ambitions, Have all been rearranged. My wants and desires, Ripped from within my heart, And the one I want to be with, Now, still, so far apart. And I've placed on you all, The burden of my emotions. My outpouring of dread, At the loss of my devotions. You've been there, As the ones that bared the brunt. Of my crying and weeping, And of my continual hunt. Of something to pull me, From this dark, deepening crevasse. Something joyful in the future, Not mournful and crass. But its not there, not yet, That epiphany, in my shallow life. I'll go on hunting as I fall, Though this, this emotional strife. We've all felt it at some point, This emotional, tugging pain. And the realization, That life and love, will never be the same. But to you all I thank you, For your words, and warming hugs. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 3 Your listening to me blubber, And ramble, over your warm coffee mugs. Looking at it now, I know you'll make my future bright. Just hang on for a while. I apologize, …..And I will find the light Jim 1988 James Casey www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 4 2 A.M. 2 A.M. It's 2: 00 a sultry summer night I open the freezer for a shot of liquid ice It caresses my throat, but will make all right It's a devil's kiss against the doctors advice It's a steam bath here, even the dog is sweating He pants and lolls through half open eyes His tongue lays out, too tired for barking I think he may not move until after sunrise When I lean into the freezer sweat rolls from my brow Then slowly drips into the frozen glacier below I can almost hear the drops sizzle as they land What this place needs is an increase in airflow It's so humid my watch face has steamed up I know the moisture inside will ruin this one too Drenched and beaten I dropp my clammy clothing Item by item, slinking upstairs in hopes to renew Alas, though, I find my bed has no new in it It's also as hot in this room as it was below They'll be no sleep, just stupor, again tonight This heat will linger once more thru tomorrow At five the alarm jars me from my torpor Now I get to face the day again, as before Hung over with a headache of my own making But in order to drink, I must get out that door I work all day dying in this sweltering heat To have the money for the liquor I consume The doctors tell me that I am killing myself Don't they see, with me, it's all gloom and doom Jim 1961 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 5 James Casey www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 6 3 Am 3 AM It's 3 O'Clock again and I'm awake Fear of sleeping is the choice I make There's demons in my head dancing around They only come out when asleep I have found Too many people needing your aid Leaking out blood they've already paid Many faces that drift through the night Out of my head, it's a dreadful sight I wish I could loose them during the day Then, at night, they'd have somewhere to stay Away from me those memories old Make my night times thoroughly cold Jim 1995 James Casey www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 7 A Chip On His Shoulder A Chip On His Shoulder The best way to knock a chip off your neighbors shoulder Is to give him a pat on his back that's bolder James Casey 2012 James Casey www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 8 A Corpsmans Prayer A Corpsmans Prayer With crystalline drops I bathed your wounds And said a silent plea That you would release This painful world And sleep so peacefully So many have died Before their hair Could turn silver. May God bless them all James Casey www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 9 A Fishermans Will A Fisherman's Will I have eaten catfish in more ways than one Fish that is blackened is not over done Bass done over a grill with butter basting Fish balls fried are really tasty I have had days I caught more fish than I could contain Then there were days I didn't get a bite and it rained Memories of Dads and trips where we bonded Caught some that could have been mounted Romance and fishing don't go together well Poles and pools on days hotter than hell I've never make a good fisher of men But I have found fishing gives me a grin So when I die I ask you please Put my body in a river or sea Let the fish then eat off me, So I may return the favor, please! This is my request in my: Fisherman's Will Jim 1989 James Casey www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 10 A Forgery Don't think it's easy being me Before you the one you see. Often happy sometimes sad.. And on occasion being bad. Sharing laughs a joke even joy Feeling shy and looking coy A frown a smile a mischievous. wink Sharing words to make you think.. Can you, should you, would you dare? Allow yourself the time to care? When you look will you see the truth the facts, reality... And if you look will you see beyond my face to the real me? What you see is my exterior self The cover like the book's up on a shelf.. Behind that cover hidden there Are things hard for me to share Your soft lips and fingertips.. To touch and to explore.. Look beyond what you see There's so much more to know of me.. But what you see is what you get.. I think it's something you won't regret Once you break away the outer shell Those thoughts of me I will dispel Jim 1989 James Casey www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 11 A House A House You can build a house with brick, paint, and plaster But love's the only thing that fills it with laughter James Casey 2012 James Casey www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 12 A Lonely Life A lonely Life He stands at the window, looking out, a tear falling down his cheek Running his finger gently down the dewy pane, his heart weeps, Wondering what it is about him that keeps him from loving them Always leaving after he finishes chasing, after the challenge is gone.

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