#case
The sun rises in the east,
clearly evident,
glorifying the gardens
of every house.
And somewhere in the forest,
a human hums,
while another faintly breathes.
In a moment, the glow
lit every corner
of that forest.
Have you seen the eyes
of that person?
The one at the bottom did.
She resisted,
perhaps unsuccessfully,
only to be buried,
to be found,
to be reported,
and to become nothing.
Cases do run cold
for many years,
as cold as the body -
but not as cold
as the heart
of the person,
who witnessed the sunrise,
and the faint breaths
you released
in the forest.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 2:35 PM UTC
and of course,
when you make it
and you make it and make it and make it
over to the place where your dreams
become blue flowers; you liked those
would you pick a stem,
if you happen to remember me
for a moment in time;
would my words happen to strike you
since after all i was only pixels and pictures?
would you lay down a flower for me,
since i won't make it?
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 7:41 PM UTC
It feels like you're not capable of change
Too old
Too selfish
Simply too deranged
Too late to take back all the damage rendered
Surroundings diminished since day you first entered
When facing adversity you choose to run
To you life a game but it isn't any fun
I wish you'd be forced to endure the same hurt you inflict
Then while you are on the ground simultaneously kicked
Who could love somebody like you?
(Besides your family)
Only related because they're required to be
Someone making others miserable just because they can
The female version of the Tin Man
I find it hard to believe many consider you attractive
Every move you make is to your appearance detractive
When they start seeing your ******** you hit the road
Onto the next victim's life to corrode
You have strength in manipulation
Weakness in heart
Only a matter of time till your charade falls apart
Maybe somebody will reach through and you will actually grow
Be better inside not only just for show
But for now darkness has a hold of your soul
Consumption steadily taking control
Friendships should treasure not throw away like they're trash
Setting fire and watching while they burn into ash
But isn't it what you do best?
Tear everyone into shreds?
Worming way into their lives to purposefully **** with their heads
I have zero idea what you gain with your depravaties
Mind must be stricken with some type of mental disease
Arms cannot reach to touch or hug somebody close
Fingers busy fumbling for your next dose
Or stealing objects that do not belong to you
Try in my house again and you'll end up black and blue
From beginning should have treated you like an aggressor
Never given opportunity to rifle through our dresser
If paths cross once more I promise it's on sight
Don't plan on showing mercy
You better be prepared to fight
Hope you look over shoulder every waking minute of the day
By the time I hit your peripheral it'll be too late to run away
I want to teach a lesson-one you will not forget
Believe this poem is much more than a threat
Up until now sky has been the only limit to your offenses
Perhaps a beating necessary for you to come to your senses
If man above DOES exist I am certain he would approve
Of me striking the wickedness evident in your every move
In nearby future I foresee a shifting of fate's cards
It will soon be YOUR life dissembled into broken shards
Regret the heaviest weight for your hands to carry
Have done too much wrong-no amount of dirt can bury
Your imperfections may be covered by the familiar cloak of night
Come sunrise what's hidden will be exposed by blinding light
A plethora of lies scattered over this globe
Switching identities as quickly as clothes in wardrobe
Your evil spans fabric of time and space
Insults and destruction will never be erased
You drown the whispers of ghosts with meaningless noise
Inner serenity exchanged for fleeting interactions with boys
What a great role model for daughter you've become
If she follows in your footsteps to be like you she will be phony and dumb
I cannot wait to kick your *** and get the sweetest revenge
My mother's untimely death I will then have avenged
The instruments of detriment drugs and alcohol
Both contributed to downfall
I can't blame you for the dope or the start of her alcohol abuse
It is your fault the liquor was reintroduced
She was mostly sober when you began bringing ***** around
You left that bottle there it was soon thereafter downed
After that spiraled out of control
On her already declining health it took a massive toll
So **** you for being selfish not caring about her sobriety
All I will ever consider you is an enemy
For her demise and everything you stole from our home
Pretending to be sweet as honeycomb
Should have peered through your facade sooner but you put on a great show
Doubt you'll amount to anything more than a scandalous **
But all you've torn will heal and rise up even stronger
Won't have to tolerate your perversity any longer
It might be holier to choose the high road but I don't think that will be the case
As soon as I get the chance I'm going to smash your ugly face
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 12:37 AM UTC
have it on good authority
Tommy-boy,
that the the Joni song.
"I could drink a case of you,"
was possibly written for you!
Entirely likely,
Since reality
Is on course, of course,
when one starts down the course
of drinking your word wine,
the hors d'oeuvres
to your poems,
the real 'beat' of you,
who lives in that world,
resurrecting their spirit,
He, The Case,
even kinda looks like
Ginsburg, Allen,^^
the angel incarnate,
(for whom we poets recite the Kaddish),
and should you happen be
doing justice
in the vicinity of,
a bookstore
in his town ("Bass Capital of the West")
you might just hear 'im,
expounding line by line,
his compositions,
hawking his hawks,
selling his talents for free~
dom
how will you recognize him?
by his creative spark,
hidden beneath that hearted head
where his heart resides
and.where he hides
that giant
W
that is his work's diminutive,^^^
as in
wunnerful.
amen
nml
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 12:17 PM UTC
have it on good authority
Tommy-boy,
that the the Joni song.
"I could drink a case of you,"
was possibly written for you!
Entirely likely,
Since reality
Is on course, of course,
when one starts down the course
of drinking your word wine,
the hors d'oeuvres
to your poems,
the real 'beat' of you,
who lives in that world,
resurrecting their spirit,
He, The Case, kinda looks like
Ginsburg, Allen, ^^
^the angel incarnate,
(for whom we poets recite the Kaddish),
and should you happen be
doing justice
in the vicinity of,
a bookstore
in his town ("Bass Capital of the West")
you might just hear 'im,
expounding line by line,
his compositions,
hawking his hawks,
selling his talents for free~
dom
how will you recognize him?
by his creative spark,
hidden beneath that hearted head
where his heart resides
and.where he hides
that giant
W
that is his work's diminutive, ^^^
as in
wunnerful.
amen
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 10:57 AM UTC
of the molecules of the water they will
swim in, that flow by my citybounded
abode in a tidal estuary
heading fir dispersal and aspersions
into the Great Atlantic Ocean
which I will visit
come the spring,
and are etched yet then
within the relentless
waves of the those very same atoms, upchurning and upspitting
white foam which will
very lively likely contain
new poems, perhaps,
perhaps even,
those writ by fish
in their dreams,
for who actually knows
the original origins
of the dreams
we drink daily,
not I,
who finds them
when the wet smoke of
fog of evaporated
water
kisses my lips!
P. S. perhaps I have written poems
authored by the very same fish
you held in your grasp once upon
a time in a photo)
Jan 2, 2025
Jan 2, 2025 at 12:19 PM UTC
Atul Subhash, I empathise with you,
This modern age is evil.
Your wife behaved narcissistically,
The judge behaved more so.
I can understand your situation,
And you're a lesson, an inspiration.
I won't ever get married, brother,
For I fear divorce, yes, I do.
Instead of getting married,
I'd rather get a cat, yes, a cat.
As for my monies, oh the dust,
I'll donate it all to a cause.
Animal welfare,
Medical research.
Somewhere useful,
But not in a marriage.
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 10:36 AM UTC
Sometimes I want to Kiss you
Sometimes I want to Choke you
Sometimes I want to Hug you
At times I want to Poke you
You make me want to Slap you
I Really want to Kick you
But just remember that
ALL the time I want to Love you 😍 ❤️ 💕
But Sometimes I just can't stand you
Sometimes I get real agitated
At times you get on my case
Because of tensions your racking my nerves
You need to get outta my face
When Lonely your on my mind
I wanna be with you ALL the time
in Reality you will Find
I'm your Baby and you're Mine
But you get on my nerves
Sometimes!!!
By: Belinda Richmond
Date: 9/10/2022
Sep 7, 2024
Sep 7, 2024 at 1:54 PM UTC
~
March 2023
HP Poet: Thomas W. Case
Age: 53
Country: USA
Question 1: We are very happy to have you participate, Thomas. So how long have you been writing poetry, and how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry?
Thomas W. Case: “I've been writing poetry since I was 16, and I've been a member of hello poetry for 3 years.”
Question 2: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you).
Thomas W. Case: “The things that inspire me to write are life: the good, the bad, the ugly. Emotion inspires me to write. Poems come to me in many different ways. Sometimes in pictures, sometimes a word will pop into my head and I will write around it. And sometimes a situation in my life will transpire and I will write to process it.”
Question 3: What does poetry mean to you?
Thomas W. Case: “Poetry is cathartic for me. It's a lifesaver, it gives me a unique perspective on the world, it helps me to make sense of life. Poetry is my highway through the madness.”
Question 4: Who are your favorite poets?
Thomas W. Case: “Charles Bukowski, Pablo Neruda, Dylan Thomas, and W.B. Yeats.”
Question 5: What other interests do you have?
Thomas W. Case: “Writing short stories, reading, and spending time with my kids.”
Mr. Timetable: “Thank you so much, Thomas! We really appreciate your willingness to be the first one to be spotlighted.”
Thomas W. Case: “Thank you, man. I look forward to seeing the post and how it turns out.”
And thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed getting to know Thomas a little bit better.
– Carlo C. Gomez (aka Mr. Timetable)
We will post Spotlight #2 in April!
~
Mar 14, 2023
Mar 14, 2023 at 7:50 PM UTC
A quick knock on wood
Pondering if I should
Knock again in case
The first one was in haste
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 5:51 AM UTC
I'm going through a dry spell. I thought a challenge would be fun. Write your best tribute to Charles Bukowski poem or write a poem that could be a lost poem of Bukowskis'. He is my favorite writer and I thought maybe this Challenge would break my writer's block. Be sure to put in the Author's notes the mention that it is a poemfor the Thomas w. Case/ Bukowski challenge.
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 9:59 AM UTC
I’m just a girl from LA.
I was swapped like a small puppy between owners, some that
treated me like a pet, some like just another possession..
No one thinks of beauty as a curse but it has haunted me all my life.
Beauty seems to be associated with the ****** and men and women
alike feel entitled to use you for their own satisfaction. That was a lesson I learned early. I also learned the advantages of agreeing.
I got married at 16 only to escape, I was used and abused. We divorced fortunately.
While working at the factory somebody took my picture and said I could make a living as a model. I let them take many photos over the years, many I was ashamed of. Again I was used for other people’s gains.,
The only person who ever accept me as me was Joe D. I actually loved him and he loved and respected me.
I made many movies, the “Misfits being my latest with Clarke, my hero.
People were drawn to me,
Presidents, senator’s, attorneys general.... not for me but for their personal use and gratification. They introduced me to drugs That make the day to day pain go away. I get no pleasure from what they demand of me, but the drugs make it bearable. He is coming tonight and I look forward to being detached from reality for a short time. I know I’ll be me again in the morning but the brief escape tonite is a blessing. More later...
We all know there was no later for Marylin. If she had lived and wrote a poem here’s what I think she would have wrote...
My life was an act, I never got to play myself.
I played the part out of necessity so often that I forgot who I was. A life of not being you is a life without the soul you were born with.
I search for me but am always obstructed by those saying who I should be. I yearn for the day that Marylin can be Norma Jean. I’d love to meet her, maybe tomorrow...
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 7:39 AM UTC
Innately
We all are
The healers
On finding
The right sufferer
One day
We will realize
After all
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 9:54 AM UTC