Valentine Poem

      Michael G Casey email michaelgcasey@hotmail.com 

              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

                           

 where would we be without a heart?

Press Preview

Press Preview ©

By Michael Casey

As you know I am a man of simple tastes, simpleton some of you are shouting back at me, you really are so cruel, I may have to castigate you, I bet you are all crossing your legs at the very thought of being castigated. Those of you who are reading this in Russia or Singapore may be hunting for the dictionary, or thinking I am a really nasty piece of work, castigating people just for calling me a simpleton.

That’s why I love language, it has many meanings and can confuse as much as it illuminates, but best of all it is fun, better than any Transformers toy. Just shove an adjective on or an adverb or better still some really long word that sounds as if it means one thing but in fact it means another. Then you have comic possibilities, when I see my GP in the morning perhaps I’ll show my doctor my comic possibilities and then he or she may give me some ointment for them, they are a little sore after all.

What? Yes, you are saying what right now, that is the intended reaction, but you all should be smiling if a little confused. Where was I, yes Press Preview this is my nightly entertainment, on Sky and on BBC too. Here you have knowledgeable people discussing the News, which really is a Punch and Judy show for grown-ups. If you Google Punch and Judy it’ll explain it if you are one of my far flung readers, though if you imagine your in-laws arguing at Christmas over who left the bath room in such a state, then you’ll get the idea.

I really hate the Red Party they are such a group of ignorant farmers, no it’s the Blue party’s fault, when they were in Power 30 years ago it was them that sowed the seeds of hate which left us with no quality chocolate factories in our country. At Valentines what are we left with just foreign muck, we used to be a proud chocolate country, now all our chocolate comes from ZacDacLand. And on the argument goes, crashing through the adverts on Channel Big One, the latest and best of the satellite stations, a station for the discerning viewer of post watershed tv. Or Smut One as its rivals call it.

I think he is a horrid man, he always wears terrible ties, has he never been to Topshop or Zara for men, intones one reviewer while the host just laughs in between texting his girlfriend, these press previewers are all so boring, he could be in bed with his girlfriend instead of listening to this drivel. The host got a First in English from Cambridge, but he is reduced to listen to boring has been politicians, who got a GCSE in Woodwork, and that’s just the former leader of the Blue Party.

Sport is covered and Punch and Judy almost trade blows, one is a MU fan and the other a Chelsea fan, so the game is not reviewed just the size of the teams’ new car park to fit all the luxury cars the squads drive. Then they argue about who was invited into the directory’s box more often. The host just smiles, he got a Blue for RUGBY while at Cambridge, as for football, and we never call it soccer in UK, that’s just a game for Plebs as far as he is concerned.

There is always a piece about a donkey sanctuary, or the latest pill to keep us all healthy, as the reviewers argue about donkey’s and being at the seaside when they were kids the host texts his girlfriend, he talks about pills and donkeys but not it the same context as the Press Preview.

And so the Press Preview ends for another day, it has different presenters and reviewers each night, that’s what makes it so stimulating, well for somebody of my age and remember I started when I was 8 years old, so 50 years of watching Journalists. David Attenborough may do a programme on Journalists in their natural habit, the pub and the green room next to the Press Preview studio, it all depends if he could risk alcoholic poisoning at his age. He does get very close to his subjects after all.

Self-Discovery, Public Discovery

Sunday, 12 February 2017

Self-Discovery, Public Discovery

Self-Discovery, Public Discovery ©

By Michael Casey

We are born virgins, we are a blank page, we are pure and innocent, then we are changed by our parents and family, by school, by events good and bad, by work and those we gather with. Our Faith or lack of it is an influence on our lives too, personally I think a Faith is a good thing to have as it’s like a life raft that’ll come in handy and save us when we least expect adversity.

A Faith where you beat others about the head with is in my opinion a bad thing, and it and those who espouse it are to be avoided. One of those such faiths are those people who knock on your door and you pretend to be dead and hold your breath till they past like the shadow of death over your street. Charity collectors who call around in the dark of the night are just as bad in my opinion.

We all are free to be who we are and we accept others for who they are, we are a happy bunch. Live and Let Live is a great way to be. Your friend Steve may come out as Gay, and you just smile, you’ve all known for years, nobody could be that kind and know so much about Women’s Fashion without being Gay, if you forgive the stereotype, but stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason. Does it make any difference Steve ask the gang very self-conscientiously.  

We all form a line and look him in the face, yes his eyes really are such a nice shade of blue we all intone. Steve shifts from side to side, is he going to be expelled from the gang now he has come out. You daft brush says Angie, being gay is as unimportant to us as the colour of your eyes, or the colour of your underpants.

For me I feel the same way, Love is Love, I’d rather be in bed with an Oriental woman, but if a man wants another man then that’s ok by me. Our local vicar is gay and lives just up the road. Over the road we have gay couples, and at the bottom of our garden we have a French/Spanish gay couple. So you see it’s all very very ordinary, I just don’t want to be bored by all the coming outs. So long as they buy me a pint of Stella Artois then all is well.

Lesbians are a different subject, I can understand why they don’t wasn’t to be in bed with a smelly, unwashed hairy animal, and I don’t mean the family dog either. What is sad is when you get all the over the top self-expression, I am a victim because I am Gay. We’ve all seen Little Britain, I think they lance that boil rather well. My only remark would be perhaps we are nicer in Birmingham as we are all kinds of everything.

Now I was going to talk about Writers being Discovered but my intro just grew, so I’ll just be quick. My theme was going to be how does a writer get his break, should I go to an open mike event in a Gay bar and read a few stories, or hope that X Factor for writers is on the tv soon. It appears that Gay people do have more zest for life, I think the real reason for that is that they have 2 incomes and no children, so they can have more of everything.

Perhaps I should network with Gay people who always have large amounts of friends, and maybe one of them knows a radio or media person. Now that I have passed 1,000,000 WORDS is that more impressive, size matters I am told, or does this mean the size of my adjectives, or my font size.

I did get loads of good feedback when I was on FB but I am no longer on any social media, I just attract the wrong sort. Or maybe I am the wrong sort and it is all my own fault, I could almost scream, but I might wake up Totoro our cat, see the lack of freedoms you have when you are married with 2 girls and a female cat, and a Shanghai wife with a very large meat cleaver who does not want to be disturbed.

William Shakespeare did not have any of these problems it was all wine women and song, in his plays and in his life, I saw it all on tv in Shakespeare in Love, which was a documentary wasn’t it? Would Will have got a spot on late night radio to read out his micro stories, or would they just have pranks of Falstaff farting down the phone at people.