Showing posts with label Poet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poet. Show all posts

all the things i said i said i would do before the sun came out and wanted me to enjoy it

Today, I am reminded of a poem I wrote in Australia. It was 7am, I was walking with my feet in the ocean on Bondi Beach. It was my favorite time of day. Peace, bliss, energy, sunlight ; it was freedom. This untitled poem is my most favorite one I've written, I think. There are so many! I'm in the process of picking my favorites so I can have a new book out later this year. Enjoy!

As the waves crashed on the shore,
the wind washed them away.
And as I walked along the sand,
I felt I could not stray.
For I was walking towards the sun,
and it was a brand new day.
Casie Stewart 2004

subway poem #0021

Sexy Asian couple
Speaking French from France
Russian soldier beside my seat
Killed over a thousand lost his soul

Young and vulnerable shake it up
Catch the rocket ride the subway
Transient dimensions take it slow

Speaking language beyond boundaries
Translating sound beyond experience

♥ It's Friday and I wish you a good weekend.

dear doctor, please prescribe vacation

i'd like to stay home
and not wear pants
and not stand up
and not go out

laze around
in silence and
spend time with
my thoughts

spend time with
my thoughts

hey yo its cold outside ( a rhyme for you chilly willys)

hey yo, i woke up to sunshine, but the weather's on decline
put on my white tights an' pulled 'em up so high
keepin' me so warm and safe from the cold storm

the wind chill is freezin' and my cold's got me sneezin'
wanna stay in my hot bed with my hat on my cold head

don't wanna get frost bite, if i go out i just might

put on my snow shoe, grab a cup of a warm brew

time to huddle together and brace for the weather
its winter in the city but I ain't feelin' shitty

enjoy. stay in. make love ♥

art is for the making

Sweet Tasing Vodka Drinks

I sit and drink
and write and such
and around me
is life and love so much
still why and when
I'm tough and feel so down,
not worthy of a crown.
Tattooed friends and vodka drinks
around we sit and share our thinks
no matter what fun we do
its always me, alive and true
And as i sit, the friends are gone
a little drunk, a bit withdrawn
i know for sure its me i love,
but to share my heart,that, i think of.