Here's a link to my YouTube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQqzu0P6uKw
With furrowed brow and a soul full of sorrow, I trudge the lonely road of perdition. Providence guides me as I stumble and fall. Not even sex or chocolate can save me now.
On my YouTube Channel, I read my poetry from my recently published books: Seedy Town Blues, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madouse, and Sleep Always Calls. They are available on Amazon.
On my YouTube channel, there is also an interview that I did with Ella from Order of the Pen Magazine.
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This one speaks of a somber past that still lives within the mind. There seems to be a remnant of religious faith that guides the speaker, though. The last three lines come across initially as humorous, but maybe they are in fact expressions of desperation.
Thomas, this poem is haunting and raw. I felt the weight of the speaker’s despair, yet the line “Providence guides me” gives a subtle, haunting glimmer of hope. Your words linger long after reading.
I hope you stumble and fall into pleasantry.... if providence is guiding you.... otherwise you're missing out on some important things in life....especially chocolate and sex!!!
Begins heavy, end with a touch of dry humor!
Nice!
Warmly, B
I like the dry throwaway humour at the end of this Piece. Sobriety can be hard work when you have plumbed the depths of alcoholism. But all the more worth doing nevertheless. Really Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️
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Should I have laughed at your finishing words?! They're so 'tongue in cheek all-Man'!
Maybe laughing at the hows and whys of an indecisive mood is a sign of sanity.. ..
This one speaks of a somber past that still lives within the mind. There seems to be a remnant of religious faith that guides the speaker, though. The last three lines come across initially as humorous, but maybe they are in fact expressions of desperation.
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..