Thomas W. Case

Gold Star - 5,422 Points (November 10 1966 / Oxnard, California)

Thomas W. Case Poems

1. Cooking Sherry 3/28/2015
2. I'll Still Miss Her 3/29/2015
3. It's The Hunger That Drives You 3/30/2015
4. The Bullfrog Dreams Of Flying 5/22/2015
5. Windowsill Madness 7/14/2015
6. There Is A Crime 7/22/2015
7. For A Friend In An Asylum In California 7/23/2015
8. Breath 3/9/2016
9. My Alice 3/25/2016
10. Enamored By Your Dormouse 3/27/2016
11. Back From The Dead 3/30/2016
12. May The Sun Die 3/30/2016
13. Too Much 5/15/2016
14. When The Laughter Dies 5/17/2016
15. A Cursed Poet's Heart 5/17/2016
16. Until The Rain Stops 5/19/2016
17. The Death Of Spring 6/1/2016
18. The Purple 6/2/2016
19. At Day's End 8/9/2016
20. Death Is Stalking Me 10/1/2016
21. The Womb's Lullaby 10/5/2016
22. My Soundtrack To Love 10/17/2016
23. Together Forever 11/20/2016
24. Love Is The Victor 11/21/2016
25. Love, Dad 11/22/2016
26. Like A Cat Out In The Rain 11/22/2016
27. The Cages 11/24/2016
28. Cor Meum, Cuput Meum (My Heart, My Head) 11/26/2016
29. My Shoes 11/29/2016
30. Return To The Womb 1/9/2017
31. I Want To Swim To Heaven 7/30/2015
32. Hope Took A Vacation 8/2/2015
33. Well Versed In Delerium 8/12/2015
34. Night Terror 10/30/2015
35. Time And Dirt 11/26/2015
36. Not Such A Silent Night 12/23/2015
37. In A Battle Without A Shield 12/25/2015
38. I've Been A Slave 2/8/2016
39. Let Us Be 2/8/2016
40. More Than I Bargained For 2/8/2016

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  • Thomas Case Thomas Case (7/29/2015 10:03:00 AM)

    I have been writing since I could hold a pen or crayon. Words were my food. My influences are Bukowski, Thoreau, John Steinbeck and Dylan Thomas. I write about the gritty side of life.

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Best Poem of Thomas W. Case

Worry

She worries about
everything,
real and imagined.
'What if this? What if that? '
I watched my
Mom
worry herself right
into the
grave one disastrous
December night.
She doesn't care.
She wants me to
worry right along
with her.
And when I don't,
she
gets pissed off.
My Dad used to say,
'They can kill us,
but they can't eat us.'
I share this with her.
Nothing!
Just
worry, worry, worry.

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Westward

I can taste the
lavender sky
smell the pink,
squeeze the orange out,
and drink it like a
screwdriver.
My angel with
jaded wings,
my heart sings when
I hold her.
I can touch the
burnt umber of her
hair.
And I'm in
Wonderland, because she's
my Alice, and I want
to bring her
safely home.

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