Good Night, Baby

Good Night, Baby

A Poem by Thomas W Case
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As the day
closes, and the
night slides in.
The big fish hunt
in shallow water.

The old dog
leaves home to
die alone.
Orphans cry for
love
and the arrogant
choke on
rotten meat.

The libraries
become hostels
and owls
break the backs
of tom-cats on
the prowl.
The booze is gone
and the cigarettes too.

And somewhere
in this silly
world, a father kisses
his daughter good night.

© 2024 Thomas W Case


Author's Note

Thomas W Case
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A true and very interesting comment on the world,the way it is today; unfortunately... your words are very powerful; you show us just how it is: the rich get richer (choking on their steaks) and the poor get poorer....and there is not enough space for those who have nothing, not even a tent over their heads....so we accommodate by closing commercial buildings, etc....what despair!.....except we have to remember that somewhere in this universe, a father gives his daughter a kiss, wonderful write!
Warmly, B

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Thomas W Case

5 Months Ago

Thank you, Betty. I appreciate the comment.



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For all the mess that has happened in most of this poem; you end it on an extremely pleasant note. Somewhere amidst the chaos is beautiful and love.

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Thomas W Case

5 Months Ago

Thank you so much. I appreciate it.
Creative and well placed words makes this poem unique. Good one from you

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

5 Months Ago

Thank you. I appreciate it.
A true and very interesting comment on the world,the way it is today; unfortunately... your words are very powerful; you show us just how it is: the rich get richer (choking on their steaks) and the poor get poorer....and there is not enough space for those who have nothing, not even a tent over their heads....so we accommodate by closing commercial buildings, etc....what despair!.....except we have to remember that somewhere in this universe, a father gives his daughter a kiss, wonderful write!
Warmly, B

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

5 Months Ago

Thank you, Betty. I appreciate the comment.
It's nice to have at least one saving grace.

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Thomas W Case

5 Months Ago

Very true. Thanks, John.
Life varies so much, not to each his or her own - but life doing its own thing. Your words begin with a mix of life as it is, often harsh and sad. Then, gently - as if thinking memories perhaps or a brief observation that touches the poet's mind, your writing becomes wistful; memorable too as if slipping into that final moment of beautiful sweetness. Special, Thomas.

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Thomas W Case

5 Months Ago

Thank you so much. I appreciate it.
A very poignant look at the tragic world we live in, in this very powerful and compelling write which captures not just nighttime but night life also. Nighttime is not a good time for everybody as fears are elevated together with anxiety, both of which can be quite normal during the day, but for those who live alone or on the streets it is a time of high states of anxiety, concern and fretfulness. It is time of day when the human Owls break the backs of those less powerful than they are, a time when women are sexually assaulted, a time when husbands return home drunk as a skunk and make sexual demands on their wives, a time when little children cry themselves to sleep without a goodnight hug and kiss or a story told to them by mammy or daddy, a time when evil walks the earth seeking the vulnerable to devour. Wow! What a first rate gem you have so finely crafted in this amazing write, dear Thomas! Outstanding! Thank you for sharing and bringing awareness of what nighttime means for some precious souls. Bless you always, dear Thomas...

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Thomas W Case

5 Months Ago

Thank you, Marie. I appreciate you.
Marie

5 Months Ago

Ost welcome always, dear Thomas...
A very settled end to the day in an unsettling world. There is some solace, some refuge, some love always assured for us. This was such a gem of a poem, dear Thomas. Loved it.

Posted 5 Months Ago


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Thomas W Case

5 Months Ago

Much appreciated.
Love how this poem ends on a heart warming note our of all the random crudeness of this world, very well written piece of poem there!

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Thomas W Case

5 Months Ago

Thank you so much. I appreciate it.
It clear and straightforward hits the heart. Enjoyed it.

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Thomas W Case

5 Months Ago

Thank you, Andra. I appreciate your time.
Fabulous Thomas - so nuanced and multi-layered. Bad news when the cigarettes are gone too. Something I always try to make sure I avoid. I enjoyed this tremendously.

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Thomas W Case

5 Months Ago

Thank you so much. I appreciate you.

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Thomas W Case
Thomas W Case

Clear Lake, IA



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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..

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