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.

but aren't they all random?

Thursday, March 21, 2013

"envalidate" is not a word

We are compelled
to do what's best for ourselves,

or at least to try. We have no free will,
in this

- our obligation
takes hold, we're compelled
to envalidate - not innocence,
not bliss,

just existence. Just that.

The fact
that we are: a fact. One self,
not above all others, but clear:


It's our duty to be. Therefore,

we think.

terrible memory

I have a terrible memory
for perfect things
they distort and dilute themselves
as I try
to grasp, and think
what I thought, what I

that seemed so worth writing down. Now,

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

True Love, or Its Seeming

When love taunts our dreams, and toys with our minds,
with sudden bright hope of those fairytale schemes,
when love comes to devil our consciences fine -
we all do our best, at least some of us seem
to seek where the fairest and truest ways lie.
To treat one's love truly, and fairly, and sweet
in the middle of clench and of clash and of heat!
From retreat to advance, we all learn what demands
we can lay on our love, and what we can dare ask.

We learn what to give of ourselves, each to keep
- we learn terror, in thinking we've been made a fool!
But with worst proven wrong, we learn blessed relief
- to believe, for a time, we were not just a tool.
After trials, stubbed toes and miraculous gaffes
after many false starts, and too many false fronts
if we're lucky enough, we learn might with a laugh
- see it's possible, sometimes
to meet needs with wants.
To meet fears with trust, wake from uneasy dream -
to where love lets us be

the finale of seem

Sunday, March 03, 2013

a prayer if there

God I love you
I love you in all of this
I love you in all of us
even if you don't exist
I would cry so much
I would cry so much
'cause I love you dude
you deserve this world
that we have hewed from this rude
material sphere.

In case we meet up after
and you don't come
I will love you here
I will love you here