Catherine Casey Poems

Rising at the darkest hour
When stars are gleaming bright.
Committed man with driving dower,
Left family tucked in tight.
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The Pound that won The Lottery

Was minted in Japan.
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Marshmallows are coming!
Pink’s my favourite one.
Squashy little critters.
Are you ready for some fun?
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The photons are released.
The energy transferred.
Escape the fiery archetype.
From solar wind a word –
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There is a place
So close to me
And yet so far away.
It beckons out from
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It’s not the smell of silicon
Or greenies on the floor,
Bottle tops and wrappers,
Discarded cigs and more.
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My prize possession toaster.
Four slots of stainless steel -
Gives rise to expectation.
My favourite all time meal.
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A charging rhino came to town
It cost me three pounds twenty.
Alas the guarding daffodil
As stationary sentry.
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Many still look
Through habit up there,
Flat fifty-six,
Though Mary’s not there.
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Someone is born.
Someone has died.

Oh ho in a moment.
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