A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years. Try the RANDOM button to sample the sometimes surprising breadth of quality (and in several Novembers, breathtaking quantity as well), or click the "ANY GOOD" label* for those poems labeled with it. On any poem, old or new, feel free to offer your remarkable insight or critical acumen.

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but aren't they all random?

Friday, November 13, 2009

We Surfers Who Golf

pebble beach, man
overrated? So's life
check the slice
Like a long, sliding glide
caught the lip of an invisible
wave of wind, bring it back in


that's all green,


is why we live in California, right? Some days
paddling out, it's not even sun

some nights, you're not even done

you get set
for the next set
going by the sound


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