Saturday 5 August 2023

another repeat especially for the Oriental readers, as I always look Far East

Then and Now

Then and Now ©

By

Michael Casey

Well we are having a proper Winter here in Birmingham, its nearly Pan Cake day and its as freezing as hell. Lent is upon us and it feels like Christmas with all the frost and snow. So I sneaked out to the Polish shop for snacks for the girls and it felt terrible. Barely able to breath because of the cold, it’s never been like this for me. But I’ve had my quadruple heart bypass, it was supposed to be a triple, but 6 months later at my heart health check I discovered it was a quadruple.

Now its 3 years since the Op and my BP is 140/80 which is very good. But going out in the cold really does stop me dead in my tracks so I cannot Linger outside, as The Cranberries sing the song to me now that I’m back in the warm. My scars can still tingle and offer pain, as as for my left nipple, I wouldn’t let anybody kiss or suck it, such is the pain. I thought I’d add a bit of gender equality there.

Which brings me to today’s topic, then and now. As children we had no fear, we’d dive out into the snow and have snowball fights and build snowmen. I still built snowmen till I was maybe 50, yes, because I am the man with the child in his eyes. Kate Bush was a neighbour, or was it the Ivy Bush pub, some bush anyway.

When I still lived at home, I’d have 2 gardens to play in, we had snow galore to share. I once even started a snowman, or rather giant snowball in one garden and rolled it over into he next garden, please don’t have any snow envy. We had loads of lodgers, and most were not the kind of people you would like to meet, hence the 2nd garden full of snow. I can remember we have trench warfare, a wall of snow down one end of the garden and a carved out snowman offering shelter down the other.

Years later in my 20s our chimney fell down due to the heavy snow, luckily the snow on the kitchen roof prevented it from crashing down onto our kitchen table, a mahogany antique which now 70 years old we still have. So the fire brigade came to make our chimney safe. They improvised with my latest snowman, the used it to put their spotlight on. Just like in the movies, a spotlight shining from the top of my snowman to the chimney pots, or what was left of it. As it was so cold dad gave them tea with whisky in, this is 40 years ago now. They misplaced their lump hammer in the darkness and cold, so returned on the fire engine the next day to retrieve it. But at least or chimney was safe, with the help of my snowman.

So our attitude to snow changes as we get older. You can write messages in the frost, such as Dave loves Brenda as did my Police neighbours years ago. Valentines is a few days away too so you can all write I love you in the frost on your garden walls. Don’t forget the Valentine poem on my site, just scroll down to find it. You could even etch it on the frost on your windows. Though when we grew up we had frost on the inside of the windowpane. We did not have central heating till I was 12 or so. And with the sash windows in them days we even peed out the window, well we were young and it was the 60s after all, and the outside toilet was a long way to go in all the cold, and it was fun, not that we did it often. There are advantages to being a boy after all.

You tend to become boring as you grow older, though I do like to embarrass my girls, it’s a dad’s privilege. It makes my life more interesting, their friends like it, I wish he was my dad has even been said. So I must be doing something right. I was actually Uncool Dad of the Year in 2015, I won a photo competition to prove it. The photo of me in my orange Polo wagging a finger. Can any of you dads reading this beat that?

And on it goes, age attacks your body, even though some say my face  still hides my age. IF I’ve had enough sleep and shaved and showered and been to the toilet, and I’ve brushed my hair and plucked my eyebrows, and I suck in my cheeks, and hold in my belly, and the sun is in the eyes of the viewer.

I know some people who look 10 or 20 years older than their Birth Certificate, too much hard work, or booze or fags will do that. I do have 2 things in common with Donald Trump, no smoking and lack of alcohol, there is only 12 or 13 years between us, and 3000,000,000 dollars. Which one of us looks more attractive? In your youth you care about your looks but as you grow older its having warm long johns that concerns you the most. I image Donald can afford Nasa long johns, and he can afford to keep the heating on all the time.

And on it goes, then and now. But what is the most important thing of all. Forming a family and getting a little peace in your life, despite the years of screaming and balling, and tantrums, and that’s just me trying to get into the bathroom. Hopefully your family is just as happy as your childhood, memories last as do stories. The laughter I hope I share with you all is rooted in the love poured into me by my mum and the love of stories come from my dad.

I have to go now Lech and Boris and Gregori are coming around, they are hiding from their wives. They have brought a barrel of beer with them, as they drink they will copy down that love poem of mine onto paper in their best Polish/Ukrainian and Russian handwriting. Then they will stagger home to be forgiven by their knife holding wives, the Valentine poem of mine will do the trick. Why? Because The Pen is Mightier than The Sword, or the wives’ knives at any rate.

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 You’re Never Alone When You Are in Love ©

 

 

                               By

 

      

                         Michael Casey

 

       Love is being together , Love is a smile , a Look , A Touch

 

       Or Just A Sigh , Not really knowing why you chose one another .

 

       Yet Together Till You Die

 

       

       Love is a Kiss soft and gentle on the cheek which warms your

 

       heart and makes you glad you chose one another .

 

       A Kiss can lead to more but I’ll leave Passion locked Safely

 

       behind a bedroom door

 

       Passion spent you’ll not give up each not even for Lent .

 

       You’ll just lie in warm embrace and remember you forgot to say

 

       grace .

 

       Whispers and Promises are made , plans for the future and if

 

      she put her hair this way , Do you think it would suit her ?

 

      Then giggles and more embraces ,  Till the Night is over and with  

 

      a dig in the ribs you make him move over .

 

      Then your oneness complete , you have to put up with his cold feet !

 

      But when you are apart your hearts are still one ,

 

     Thought half is  absent you are still one .

 

      His socks under the bed , and after what you said .

 

      His  “toys” scattered about ,  and the clout you’ll  give  when  he

 

      returns and the warmth of your body he yearns .

 

      His cold feet to chill you after he thrills you , are absent yet the

 

      thought makes you smile , at least you have the comfort for  a while.

 

      His grins and leers ,  which makes you smile at least  you’ll  have

 

      peace for a while .

 

      But his heart is still with you , the love is always there – as

 

      bright as your fair hair .

 

      Close your eyes and he is still there ,  Remember the embrace as  

 

      he played his fingers across your face .

 

      Let your dreams go and remember the whispers in your ear, warm

 

      kisses on your shoulder before he gets bolder . The warmth of love

 

      that soars through your blood .

 

      Dream long , Dream deep , your Man toils while you sleep, though

 

      you are apart you are still together whatever the weather , for you

 

      are never apart for he is  locked in your heart .

 

      Though sometimes he can be trying , there’s Never any need of

   

      crying for your love is Undying.

 

      Always remember he fills your heart even when you are apart

 

 

                        End

 

                            

 Michael  Casey에게 이메일 michaelgcasey@hotmail.com

 

당신은 사랑에있을 때 결코 혼자가 아닙니다 ©

 

 

으로

 

 

마이클 케이시

 

사랑은 함께하고, 사랑은 미소,보기, 터치

 

또는 한숨 쉬다, 왜 당신이 서로를 선택했는지 정말로 알지 못한다.

 

그럼에도 불구하고 당신이 죽을 때까지 함께

 

 

사랑은 당신의 몸을 따뜻하게하는 볼에 부드럽고 온화한 키스입니다.

 

마음을 쓰게되어 기쁘게 생각합니다.

 

키스는 더 많은 것을 이끌 수 있지만 나는 열정을 안전하게 잠그고 떠날거야.

 

침실 문 뒤에서

 

열정은 사순절을 위해서조차도 포기하지 않을 것입니다.

 

너는 따뜻한 포옹에 거짓말을하고, 잊어 버린 것을 기억할 것이다.

 

은혜.

 

속삭임과 약속이 만들어지고, 미래를위한 계획과

 

그녀는이 방법으로 그녀의 머리카락을 넣어, 당신은 그것이 그녀에게 어울릴 것이라고 생각하니?

 

그 다음 킥킥 웃음과 그 이상의 포옹, 밤이 끝날 때까지

 

갈빗대에서 발굴하면 그를 움직일 수 있습니다.

 

그럼 당신의 하나가 완성, 당신은 그의 차가운 발로 참아!

 

그러나 당신이 떨어져있을 때 당신의 마음은 여전히 ​​하나입니다.

 

생각 반은 결석 한 당신은 여전히 ​​하나입니다.

 

침대 밑에있는 양말과 네가 한 말대로.

 

그의 “장난감”은 흩어져 있었고,

 

그가 돌아 오는 몸의 보온과 따뜻함.

 

그가 당신을 흥분시킨 후에 당신을 차게하는 그의 차가운 발은 아직 결석하고 있습니다.

 

생각은 당신을 미소 짓게합니다, 적어도 당신은 잠시 동안 편안함을 느낍니다.

 

그의 미소와 leers, 적어도 당신은 미소 지을거야

 

잠시 동안 평화.

 

그러나 그의 마음은 여전히 ​​당신과 함께합니다. 사랑은 항상 거기에 있습니다.

 

너의 공정한 머리카락처럼 밝은.

 

눈을 감고 그는 여전히 거기에있다.

 

그는 당신의 얼굴을 가로 질러 손가락을 연주했습니다.

 

꿈을 꾸고 귀에 속삭이는 것을 기억하고 따뜻하게 해주세요.

 

그가 과감하기 전에 어깨에 키스. 사랑의 온기

 

당신의 피로 솟아 오릅니다.

 

꿈을 길게, 깊은 꿈을, 당신의 남자는 수면 중에 수고를합니다.

 

너는 별거 다. 너는 아직도 날씨가 무엇이든간에 너와 함께있어. 너를 위해서.

 

그가 당신의 마음에 갇혀 있기 때문에 결코 분리되어 있지 않습니다.

 

때로는 그가 시도 할 수도 있지만, 절대로

 

당신의 사랑을 위해 우는 것은 언ying은 것입니다.

 

그가 항상 떨어져 있어도 마음을 채운다는 것을 항상 기억하십시오.

 

 

종료

 

아직도 살아있는 2015

 

 

feel free to tell all your friends in Korea and Japan and China and anyplace else.

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And yes I’d love a spot on the radio, reading my stuff between records, any form of music you like,
Or you could get a KPop star to read my stuff out in Korean.
Perhaps I could become a cult, just like Gangham Style but far far fatter and older with silver hair, I have my own shades, I love Ray Bans by the way.

 

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