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 Nov 2023
Thomas W Case
The Madness of the Magic Time
A canary flew
in my
window and sat at
my desk with
me.
It said,
who are you?
I replied,
I'm a base
poet that's been
dropped on
his head by life
a few times.
Eyes like a
kicked dog, and a
beard that doesn't
grow straight.

It chirped like
a Bach concerto, and
said,
ah yes, we are
all just dead
birds at the
bottom of a cage, tiny
lice crawling through
our eyes.
No song.
No light.

I said,
you're a strange
little fellow.
And we sat there,
like that, waiting
for 6:00 am
so, I could make
a beer run.
Please check out my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems on Amazon.
#alcoholism #birds #time #conversation
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 Nov 2023
Solaces
Brothers under the winter Texas sun.
The blade of light attacked my closing eye lid and revealed the morning sun to my open eye.  I awoke with the first thought of going outside with my brother to play with the new toys we got for Christmas.  We did just that, as our backyard became a world itself as we flew our hypersonic jet and war helicopter over the forest carpet grass.  There was no worry that could destroy this moment. Just two brothers playing in the winter Texas sun.  That backyard was full of stories like that.  I often look back to them and find my worries dissolve away.  Strange how beautiful moments such as those could cut through the storm of worries as the sunlight cut through an open spot in my curtain to wake me to a new day of play and joy.  It's as if those core memories had been kept to remind me that happiness is always there.
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 Nov 2023
Thomas W Case
57
I sit here on
my 57th birthday
and listen to
Mozart in G minor.
I'm at peace, finally.
Gone are the
grass stains and
scabbed up knees.
I don't climb
trees anymore, but I
do see them.
The brilliant orange
and yellow leaves,
all cracked and happy.
I can smell pumpkin spice,
and hope smells like
a coffee crescendo.
I had fish for dinner.
It's never too late to
start eating healthy.
Life is a symphony.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wN63fddvsTI
my you tube channel.
#old #music #life #peace
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 Nov 2023
Pax
flowers I need
I bleed to produce seed
for my flower bed of creed
yet the flowers I need
didn’t grow, instead unwanted weeds
flourish as it dirtied my deeds
upon deeds of neglect, I heed.
It started to be play with words, that eventually evolved into what you read.
words: Bleed, Seed, ****, Creed, Deed, Heed.
#bleed #seed #**** #creed #deed #heed #pax
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 Nov 2023
The Sick Red Carnation
" π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ 𝐡𝑖𝑔 π‘Šπ‘œπ‘œπ‘‘π‘¦ π‘ƒπ‘™π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ "
𝐼 π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘ π‘’
𝐼𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘šπ‘’π‘™π‘™ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘”
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘ ,
πΆπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘ π‘π‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘šπ‘œπ‘œπ‘› π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘β„Žπ‘’π‘ ;
πΉπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘šπ‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ'𝑠 π‘“π‘™π‘œπ‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦ 𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑙,
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘šπ‘Ž π‘œπ‘“ π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘’ π‘π‘™π‘œπ‘ π‘ π‘œπ‘š 𝑖𝑠 π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘šπ‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘...
𝑂𝑓 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘“π‘™π‘’π‘ β„Ž π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘’π‘ ,
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘šπ‘Ž π‘œπ‘“ π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘’ π‘π‘™π‘œπ‘ π‘ π‘œπ‘š 𝑖𝑠 π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘šπ‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’
π‘Šβ„Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘’ π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘’ π‘π‘™π‘œπ‘ π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘ 
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘€π‘œ π‘€β„Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘’ π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘’ π‘π‘™π‘œπ‘ π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘ 
π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑠 π‘Ž
π½π‘Žπ‘ π‘šπ‘–π‘›π‘’ π‘ β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘Ž π‘™π‘’π‘šπ‘œπ‘› π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’
𝐼𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘šπ‘–π‘‘π‘‘π‘™π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘€β„Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘’ π‘ β„Žπ‘–π‘Ÿπ‘‘
π΄π‘šπ‘œπ‘›π‘” π‘šπ‘¦ π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘¦π‘‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘™ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘–π‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘
πΊπ‘œπ‘™π‘‘π‘’π‘› π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘”π‘ ...
πΉπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘›π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’π‘ ;
π‘π‘œπ‘‘ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘”π‘–π‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’
π΅π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘‘β„Ž π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘–π‘“π‘–π‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’;
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘Žπ‘π‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘π‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘šπ‘’π‘Žπ‘›π‘  π‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘œπ‘œπ‘›πŸŽˆ
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘π‘π‘¦ 𝐿𝑖𝑙𝑦 π‘“π‘™π‘œπ‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ ...
𝑀𝑦 π‘œπ‘£π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘¦ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘ 
π‘†π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘€π‘  π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘› π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘π‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘›π‘–π‘Ž
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ 𝑓𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑠 π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑖𝑠 π‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘›
πΉπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘šπ‘¦ π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘› π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘¦π‘’π‘™π‘™π‘œπ‘€ π‘€π‘œπ‘šπ‘
𝑀𝑦 π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘‘π‘  π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘šπ‘’π‘‘ π‘šπ‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘™π‘¦
𝐼𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘’π‘β„Ž π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘€π‘ ...
π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑑 π‘“π‘™π‘’π‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘”
π‘€π‘œπ‘£π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘šπ‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘› π‘œπ‘“
π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘ 
π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘  π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘£π‘’
π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘“
π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘šπ‘’...
𝐼𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘ π‘’,
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑖𝑠 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘› π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘π‘’ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑖𝑠 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘¦π‘’π‘™π‘™π‘œπ‘€ π‘ π‘’π‘›π‘™π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑖𝑠 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ
𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠 π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘¦π‘–π‘›π‘”...
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘› π‘ β„Žπ‘–π‘šπ‘šπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ 𝑠𝑒𝑛,
π‘†β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘œπ‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘’
π‘¦π‘’π‘™π‘™π‘œπ‘€ 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’...
𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑 π‘π‘œπ‘™π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘“π‘’π‘™ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘¦π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘‘π‘œ
π‘Šπ‘’π‘’π‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘€π‘–π‘™π‘™π‘œπ‘€ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’
π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’'𝑣𝑒 π‘‘β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘€π‘› π‘Ž 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 π‘œπ‘“ 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒 π‘ π‘˜π‘¦
π΅π‘’β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘› π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘¦π‘’π‘™π‘™π‘œπ‘€ π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘£π‘’π‘  π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’...
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘“π‘™π‘’π‘ β„Ž,
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘ 
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘“π‘™π‘’π‘ β„Ž,
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘ 
π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘™π‘Žπ‘’π‘”β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘”
𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’ 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠...
𝐼 π‘˜π‘–π‘ π‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘› π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘‘ π‘“π‘–π‘ β„Ž
π‘œπ‘› π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠...
𝑀𝑦 π‘ π‘œπ‘›...!
𝑀𝑦 π‘šπ‘œπ‘œπ‘›...!
π‘‚β„Ž, π‘šπ‘¦ π‘ π‘œπ‘› π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘šπ‘œπ‘œπ‘›!
𝐼 π‘‘π‘œ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘π‘’π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘œπ‘π‘–π‘’π‘‘π‘¦...
𝐼 π‘π‘’π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘œπ‘›π‘™π‘¦....
حَیؒة🌱
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 Nov 2023
OD
The terrain is unpredictable.
She is not a project
She is not to be reconstructed
Don’t intrude
Don’t be disruptive
The home she has made within herself has been built with her best interests in mind
One wrong step
And one may end up on a land mine.
There’s a war waged against her but she is certain victory will come every time.
The opposition may believe that
they have an unbreakable spiritΒ Β 
They may shoot their bullets of infatuation
And slice with their swords of optimism
But this is her territory
where the rivers flow on her command
and she can manipulate the wind
with only a wave of her hand.
Don’t try to perceive or assume.
The terrain is unpredictable
and one may find themselves,
not so formidable.
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 Nov 2023
OD
Would I allow them in at all?
Yes, I’ve found comfort in the corner
where the shadows are thickest

I thrive in the loneliness of dawn
with my curtains drawn
I feel the most free
when darkness envelopes me

Many of these things that people fear,
have become what I hold most dear

I sleep soundly and weep for none
If there ever is one, I think I’d be undone.

Would I want to step away from my corner?
Could I keep the phantom of whom
I’ve built and found solace
or would I become a foreigner?
Could they love the darkest tones
or would they make me want to
brighten my world and clear all these bones?

What wondrous questions but the most important to be asked is:
Would I allow them in at all?
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 Oct 2023
Thomas W Case
There Was a Time Without Google
I hate these
******* gnats.
My apartment is
clean, not
sterile, but it's
where the heart is.
The floor is
swept, the dishes
are done, but these
******* gnats bother
me constantly.
I clap my
hands together,
occasionally killing
one or two, and then
I'm grateful that
God doesn't do that
to me.

I'm trying to
write, and these tiny
flying buzzards won't
leave me alone.
Then, a moth
bombards me,
fluttering around my
head and ears,
and I think,
what's than son of
a ***** going to
do to my Irish
whaling sweater?
It's 50% wool, 70 bucks.
I **** it.
Dusty *******.
I feel gratitude that
God doesn't do
that to me.

Don't these flying bugs
die when it gets cold?
I open a window.
Late October, maybe
there hasn't been a
frost yet.
I **** a gnat.
Perhaps I'd be
safer outside.
I need to do
some research.
#humor #bugs
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