Casey's Just Sayin'

A hundred years ago, when I was about 25 years old, I belonged to a writers' group called Aspiring Writers Club. (AWC) We lived on the old Prodigy service. I told you it was a hundred years ago. So, AWC still exists today. I think there are about a dozen of us. I love them all. I was going through my old poetry files and I came across this one. Well this is half of this one. I say half because it was a collaboration, and while I don't remember exactly where my words cut off and hers began, I think this is all my own original work. Her name was Kristen. She and her buddy Melanie (not sure about that name) started AWC. They were teenagers at the time.I hope they are both doing well. They gave me a gift of some extremely special friends I will cherish my whole life. Cheers and Enjoy! Casey NO ONE LEFT TO GREET The moon is but a sliver My heart is but a shiver Awaiting for the maiden to reinstill the beat But alas I am alone The air as cold as stone Around every corner there whispe...

found her here Midnight comes a young heart thrums A night unlike seen ages past The moon is gone and dark is strong Yet whispers vow to witness last The icy breeze it wants to freeze And blow the stars across the sky Churning ground crawls as a hound Mad from lack and soon to die It sings the doom within her womb The dawn of terror comes full term And bearing down her scream the sound That settles deep in man and worm The very air before so fair Now blinds with sable tears of pain And it is born all hope is shorn And thus begins the final reign Thanks for reading, off to write! Cheers, Casey

hug your puppy for me That first afternoon, a warm valley day Into the heat of the Haven Humane The scent of desperation in the air The kids were bright and hoping she'd be there From a litter of four or five, we picked Girl who stuck snout through prison bars and licked Little brown ball lifted into the air And we brought home our sweetie Hanna Bear Hard to believe that was fifteen years past So unfair that our companions don't last She brought laughter, love and life to the air Impossible that once she wasn't there We watched her grow before our very eyes Our affection seemed to swell with her size Like a deer she could spring into the air Whether chasing squirrels or leaping at hares Too soon body began to let her down Never forgot the time she almost drown Now with her gone there's stillness in the air Though, I swear, I still feel our Hannah Bear Thanks for reading. I don't think I'll write anymore tonight. Cheers, Casey

Close eyes and imagine the shot Tempo, tempo, guts in a knot Dodge the bunker, skip the water Catch the snitch like Harry Potter Dip it, Hook it, Skull it, Blade it Pure it, Draw it, Crush it, Fade it Tiny fairways hiding from view Third ball lost and haven't a clue What club would Lee Trevino use Can the six take this rough abuse Which wedge will get it to the green Does this game make nice people mean Birdies rare as molten gold Bogies come as a double fold Score as high as Jeff Spicoli Each cup seems to have a goalie And then, just when all hope is gone The perfect swing, ball sweet and long Lands soft just inches from the flag And it will be hard not to brag Volunteer for torturous rounds Swing the clubs and stalk the grounds You'll know you've gone around the bend When you can't wait to go out again Had a fantastic golf round today with my brother, my brother-in-law and my nephew. We didn't play that well, but we had an awesome time. Such is often the way with ...

I recently found an old folder full of stuff I wrote before I could legally drink alcohol. I had a lot of stuff to work through back then. And as I said I could not legally drink alcohol... which means I didn't have a convenient way to deaden my senses and forget. I jest... Anyway, most of these gems are crap; very serious, very brooding, very silly crap. Check this baby out. It's called Nine Years of Light The sands of time have somehow lost their way Nine years have passed now we've had eternal day Some people proclaimed the end of mankind But after all these years they've changed their minds The sun simply stopped in the noonday sky It just sits there as days, months, years go by After the initial panic was through The people have enjoyed their endless blue Solar energy now powers the land And everybody is beautifully tanned The plants grow at twice the normal degree And we don't need electric light to see I'm only eight and have never seen night I've gro...

If you ever come to Redding, this is a safe bet for great food and atmosphere. My love - sitting across from me in a cozy booth at Market Street Steakhouse last night for our fifteenth anniversary - hands me a small, folded piece of paper and says, "I'm not a poet." She is a poet She's a poet in everything she does As she feels life so deeply around her, as she takes it all in and then returns it to the universe, through her voice, through her smile, through her amazing and fearless capacity for love, she creates poetry She is a poet She wrote four life-long poems Brilliant, unique beats, brave kind loving and strong of mind these four write themselves more and more, which makes her sad She is a poet She writes lines across my heart every day hieroglyphic calligraphic the deepest drum the sweetest string a symphony of words and tune a screaming whispered rune So, anyway, there we were, sitting in this romantic daze, drinking dirty martinis and eating some fabulous foo...