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.

*I haven't yet revisited many pockets and stretches of time to appraise and label the "any goods," so some are missing. Please feel free to point out omissions, or - especially - erroneous inclusions, in comments.

but aren't they all random?

Sunday, February 10, 2013


Whatever floats her boat
must sink the world,
or she's not satisfied.
What butters up her bread
must leave yours dry.
She takes it all: both sides.
What makes her bed - well.
She's not making it
with plans to sleep.

No rest, from wickedness,
my friend -
but if you find yourself
in her best interest,
consider yourself blest - and next,
prepare to weep.

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