Poems Poem by James Casey

Poems

Writing all those poems on the spur of the moment?
One day I'll become poetically versed
Its ok I just need time to play with it till you get it
Wow even that sounded polished
I think it’s sometimes so intense
Ah yes...then there is this or that which over time makes sense

The mind does so stimulate the whole
Guess that means I stay stimulated a lot....
Can my words touch your soul
But to do so they must pass with thoughts aligned
So then they will have to be my hands and lips
It’s better, for this way, I will already exist in your mind

Then other times it embarrasses me cause it slips without thought
Depends who is there to catch it
Slips without thought
It’s lost on some...others catch it , to their credit
Sometimes it go right over some people’s heads and are wasted
Just drips off my lips soon to be forgotten
Sometimes I'm better and those words are blessed...

Yet..... Always yet... till the last breath
Yet means it’s happened in a thought and is waiting out there
Time is not a distance
Being a conduit is not that bad beware
Poets need a muse
I love to play with words
Sometime just listening to the music of your breath
Inspires words beyond my ability and before death

J.R Casey 1992