Valentine Poem in Japanese

 

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マイケル・ケイシー

愛は一緒にいる、愛は笑顔、ルック、タッチ

それともただのため息、なぜあなたが互いを選んだのか本当に知りません。

まだ一緒にあなたが死ぬまで

愛はあなたを暖める頬にやわらかくて優しいキスです

心からあなたはあなたがお互いを選んだことを嬉しく思います。

キスをするともっと多くのことができますが、Passionを安全にロックしたままにします

寝室のドアの後ろに

情熱はあなたがLentのためでさえもそれぞれをあきらめることはないでしょう。

あなたはただ暖かい抱擁に横たわって、あなたが言うのを忘れたのを覚えているでしょう

恵み。

ささやきと約束がなされ、将来の計画と

彼女はこのようにして髪をかぶった、あなたはそれが彼女に合うと思いますか？

それからくしゃくしゃともっと抱きしめる、夜が終わるまで

肋骨を掘ると、あなたは彼を動かします。

それならあなたのワンネスは完了した、あなたは彼の冷たい足に我慢しなければならない！

しかし、あなたが離れているとき、あなたの心はまだ一つです、

思考の半分はあなたがまだ1人であることが欠けています。

ベッドの下の彼の靴下、そしてあなたが言ったことの後。

彼の「おもちゃ」は散らばっていました、そして、あなたが彼がするときあなたが与える強さ

戻ってきて、あなたの体の暖かさは彼が憧れます。

彼があなたを感動させた後にあなたを冷やす彼の冷たい足は、まだ不在です

思考はあなたを笑顔にする、少なくともあなたはしばらくの間快適さを持っています。

彼のにぎやかさと雄鹿、それはあなたを少なくとも笑顔にするでしょう

しばらくの間平和。

しかし彼の心はまだあなたと共にあります、愛はいつもそこにあります -

あなたの色白のように明るい。

あなたの目を閉じて、彼はまだそこにいます、抱擁を思い出してください

彼はあなたの顔を指で弾いた。

あなたの夢を手放すと、暖かい、耳の中のささやきを覚えて

彼は大胆になる前にあなたの肩にキスをします。 愛の暖かさ

それはあなたの血を通って急上昇します。

長い夢を見て、深い夢を見て、眠っている間に男は苦しむ

あなたは離れていますあなたはどんな天気でもあなたはまだ一緒にいます

彼はあなたの心に閉じ込められているので離れてはいけません。

時々彼はしようとしていることができますが、何の必要性もありません

あなたの愛のために泣くことは不屈です。

あなたが離れているときでさえ、彼はあなたの心をいっぱいにするのを常に覚えています

終わり

  

  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

                            

The Freshly Badly Shaved Writer Michael Casey 11th Feb 2019

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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







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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

Tears and Things

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Tears and Things ©
By
Michael Casey

Well we all have tears in our life, even me, even you, even the Rock you depend on. Even the favourite child makes his dad cry, and the favourite child cries too when his dad dies. When miracles happen too then we cry as well, such as when my own dad came back from the dead, after having been given a week to live and we had even picked the hymns for his funeral. When we were told he would not be resuscitated.

So I know a little about tears and hope and despair, for I have been there. 1996 was the year, though 2015 was another bad year. My own quadruple heart bypass and a few other gems all happening together, which could have been enough to kill me off. 2018 was when we finally got the new bigger house, but cash flow is another story, but I won’t bore you with that. Just send me some numbers for the Lottery, and see if I can win some money. Or maybe some of you start buying the books on Amazon, or you are in the Media and you decide to use me, but it will be on my terms, I’m too old and cranky to put up with anybody telling me what or how to write.

So that’s me, what about you. Did you cry when the Pregnancy test said you were pregnant, or were you in despair? I cried. I cried with happiness. I was on the Graveyard shift at SMBC down in the basement computer room, on the 6pm to 2.30am shift, I told you I always worked the shifts others would not. The phone rang, and I took the call. My dream was becoming a reality, I’d have a family.

So I cried with happiness, the guy I was working with said wash your face. Why do they always say wash your face, just as when my daughter was born they pass tissues. Tears are a badge of honour, of joy itself, I am so happy, I am so happy. My daughter has just been born. I don’t want to wash my face, I want everybody to see my tears. They are like tribal markings, look I’m a dad.

Can you remember when your own child was born? Do you remember the tears of happiness? I can remember holding my daughter in my arms at my dad’s funeral, she was 8months, he died at 80. My aunty Hanna remarked on it, she knew that being a dad was all I ever wanted from life, a wife too. Material things do not matter, it’s the family that makes the home. A house is a home only when there is a family in it. Tvs and sofas and computers and fancy this and fancy that  do not make a building into a home, only a family does. Or maybe I’m just too old fashioned, when you grow up poor your values are different, they are not Money based. Rich people love the money and the privilege, as you can see from any newspaper.

Sport unites us, we scream and shout for our team. Events in the news this past week, show the love and tragedy of sport. A life gone on the brink of a new chapter, dying in the English Channel, the pilot still missing today. With sport we can let off steam, and show love too. We sing and cheer as England or Japan or Brazil score a goal, pick your own country wherever you are reading this, maybe you are in Uzbekistan or Nigeria, my readers are so very far flung. You may be playing “polo” on the plains near the mountains. Wherever you are sport whatever kind you play is what makes your soul rejoice, that it is why it is worth your tears. It gives a bigger dimension to our lives.

I’ve only ever been to a live football match twice in my life, Barry took me to a Villa game, and Chris took me to one too. The crowd was alive was my observation, Barry laughed when I told him. But it IS true the crowd moves like one giant jelly moving with emotion and hope when  their team plays. So if you have 50,000 all enjoying a match it is little wonder there are tears.

Exams evoke tears too, I can remember passing 11plus my mother picked me up and swung me around. 4 out of 60 passed I seem to remember, but that was nearly 50 years ago. Yes I look so much younger, but the scars and pain you cannot see. If you want to see the scars you’d have to be in bed with me, and I cannot hear any stampede, so just believe me ladies. Exams rate performance, and not referring backwards either.

Exams can change your life, or they can just be pieces of paper. To be honest I’ve met 100s of people with Degrees but no common sense, and some their “degree” really isn’t worth the paper it’s written on. Give me experience any time. I’m not knocking degrees, my family is a family of over achievers, and my nephew has just announced that one degree is not enough. So he’s going to train to be a Doctor now. In actual fact I shed a tear, he was born just 6 weeks before my mother died, and now he’ll train to be a Doctor.

Laughter and Tears do go together, you can cry with laughter. So maybe I’ll finish with a bang, a good bang. My father worked in a steel works all his life but he had the softest of hands, why because he washed them in Persil washing powder. The grit gets the dirt off any steel workers hands, and makes them lilly white, it’s not so bad on the clothes either. Dad felt the cold, if you are standing next to a 400degree furnace all day, the Winter really was his greatest enemy, and I’m tearing up now as I tell you this.

Anyway one of my brothers, I have 3, gave dad an old army coat, in fact when dad wore it, in the dark he could be mistaken for a Russian soldier, that kind of design. One Winter’s evening in the dark, just by the Undertakers dad let rip, an  explosive fart, a passing Jamaican lady screamed and jumped into the air in terror. Maybe The Russians are Coming, The Russians are coming, no it was just a shot in the dark, ask Clouseau.

Tears and other sad things

I had an idea to write something sad, but I had a lazy day today instead. After the walking yesterday I had to have a rest, up and down hills is not my forte these past 4 years. So yesterday the exercise, so today the pain.

I did think to write about Tears, I had a course to take, a direction to take, but I had a rest instead. Tomorrow I'll decide if I plot my course by Tears, or not at all.

So there you go.

There are many many stories to read here on this site, 10 years worth, so dive deep and find something while I go to bed. 2000 stories or so.

So I'm off to bed and thank you to my reader wherever you are, North, South, East or West.

I'm still waiting for Media attention for my Words, 

but I'll only find it in my dreams.

Michael Casey

Picking the Democratic Candidate for 2020

Picking  the Democratic Candidate for 2020

What do I know, and is it any of my business anyway?

Well Trump has screwed the world so it's everybody's business

Assuming Peckergate doesn't sink Trump

Which would be IRONIC and totally Just.

Then the Dems need a Candidate

Somebody who is Under 70

So Sorry Bernie and Warren

The Pocahontas Jibes  would sink Warren

Nobody cares about HISTORICAL for Launches, setting only the Press cares

Average Joe just wants Bread and Butter

Or Bread and Circuses as the Romans used to say

You need a Streetfighter to beat Trump's Conceit

So Sadly it'll be a Man

A Lady against him just does not work

And a Lady just for the sake of having a Lady is never right

The Best  Candidate of all is the one you must have

And I imagine the VP will be a Lady

Yes 2 Ladies against Trump would be great

But realistically it will never happen

Everybody over analises everything

So my gut says Cory Booker with Kamala Harris

Then Trump will say Cory is Gay, expect the obvious taunt

Then Trump will play his race card, he wouldn't want 2  non whites

in the White House

If you get an egotist Billionaire 3rd party

Trump  will win via Electoral College again

So that's my opinion from over here in Birmingham England

Put 100dollars on the Election today

and if I'm right then you'll make money

President Cory Booker and VP Kamala Harris

and just to encourage you I knew FRANCIS would be

the name of the next Pope, but I never bet on it

By the way my own wife if from Shanghai, just in case

this is the first thing of mine you ever read.

And to the Religious Right who have welded themselves to Trump

God is for EVERYBODY, for All Faiths and None, for Beggars and Thieves,

Love is  Love, whatever way it Reveals itself, for Love is a Surprise a Gift from

God himself. God's love is a feather to tickle us with, not a stick to beat us with.


Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England

Let There Be Light ©

By Michael Casey

Let my tears be my words

Let the candle light be my eyes

Let the flowers in bloom be my lips

Let their scent be my blood

Let the wind be my breath

Let clouds be my mood

Let children's laughter be my hope

Let widows' sighs be my conscience

Let a stranger's prayers be my delight

Let the bees be my wisdom

Let the trees be my strength

Let my patience reach to the stars

Let me be always remembered in your prayers