Biography of James Casey
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.
James Casey's Works:
A Collection of Poems
A Collection of Poems II
James Casey Poems
Death Has To Wait
Death Has To Wait Somebody save me, my thoughts are twirling, The ground is spinning, the ceiling whirling.
Water Water Everywhere
Water Water Everywhere Water water everywhere and not a drop to drink That is of course until this lovely ship does sink
I found a penny today, Laying on the ground. But it's not just a penny, This little coin I've found. Found pennies come from heaven, that's what my Grandma told me.
Never Take For Granted
Never Take For Granted There are many things we seem to take for granted, Everyday, things like seeing and breathing.
Waiting For Death
Waiting For Death A knock sounds at my door, In breathless anticipation I offer a brief prayer as I cross the floor
Where Do I Go From Here
Where Do I Go From Here I look in the mirror and what do I see A handsome man peering back
The Lady Sings The Blues
She sings a song with passion With a voice that echoes pain Her dreams of love are fashioned With the words of each refrain.
Forgetter Be Forgotten
Forgetter Be Forgotten? My forgetter's getting better, But my rememberer is broke
Eyes Her eyes captivated me large and expressive
Waterfall I've watched a raging waterfall, Roaring down a mountain side.
Redemption Many cars pass by me My dreams continue to deny me.
You Are My Obsession
You are my obsession Your kiss sets my soul at ease. You play with my emotions With a soft and gentle tease.
Death Of A Poet
Death Of A Poet He sits in this room, pen and paper at hand, Afraid that his poems are nothing but bland.
A Corpsmans Prayer
A Corpsmans Prayer With crystalline drops I bathed your wounds
Come Drink With Me
Come sit at my table, raise up a bottle
And drink to commotion And toast to my fate
Please stay like a lover, And buy me another
Cling to my words when the hour is late
Come cling to my words when tomorrow is closer
Yesterday feels like a lifetime away