Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry from my published books. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Noa4ztEUFDA
Writing is my lighthouse when I'm lost at sea in the dark fog among the sirens singing their seductive songs. It is my net that catches fish to feed me when I'm starving and afraid. An albatross silently looms, while waves swell and break against my raft.
The kraken yawns and waits, but the words and lines tow me safely to shore.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Noa4ztEUFDA
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I do poetry reading from my books, Seedy Town Blues, It's Just a Hop, Skip and a Jump to the Madhouse, and Sleep Always Calls. They are available on Amazon.
www.thomaswcase.com
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This poem glows with the quiet desperation and strength of a writer finding light through chaos. The ocean imagery feels vast yet intimate, like creation itself. Writing as survival — that’s pure truth. It’s funny how art and chance often keep us afloat. I’ve found a similar strange calm while playing at https://pincobetcanada.com — a reminder that luck, like words, can guide you home.
This poem glows with the quiet desperation and strength of a writer finding light through chaos. The ocean imagery feels vast yet intimate, like creation itself. Writing as survival — that’s pure truth. It’s funny how art and chance often keep us afloat. I’ve found a similar strange calm while playing at https://pincobetcanada.com — a reminder that luck, like words, can guide you home.
Hi Thomas, do you know here people are behaving as kids and hurting their own sisters and brothers. Do we need this fun why should we write even just messaging on phone is not enough.
This WC on guy who alluded every woman including his mother and there is a lady who is writing poems on my name and putting sex arising pics, do you think time has changed or made her worse and never changing at all I don't think so she is same by her nature but I would say people learn become better but here living as in teenage. I know people who left this site were matures and know corrected their mistakes including kelly but few others divya she is bullshitting on me creating my pics and targeting on my page you think you made her worse or she wanted to become worse. Value of tears like salt water in bottom.. how rich is that guy when I went it was shattering is it like candle light who will get light on building.
What mistake are they doing not even caring for kids when people in 35 yrs still do things like kids.
So I decided I need to be where I am...
I see you every where, whether you are sleeping in nights...
I see you in darkness whether you are with guard if anything scared you
I see you as my way because I follow you
You cut the grass sometimes you walk on grass.
It is not that I am making you do wrong.
I only say time is near dark clouds haunting making our lives dark .
I see little creatures losing brain then we need to show way so they can see their home too...
These are my thoughts
Somehow I am feeling much better and I see Amma talking to me ..
And you busy where to on Sunday to church or temple...only to write ✍️ and make our life so beautiful..
We all need a port in a storm, a place of safety. You have found yours. This poem whips up the emotions and is fearful in its imagery. Great write Thomas.
Let me second the philosophy stated here. When all else fails, you can always fall back on your loyal pen and paper. Of course, if the muse is on the rag, nothing may come up, but just having the possibility is reassuring when the storms set in.
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..