Randomly-generated poetry to put
my slaved-upon works to shame.
A design pattern, to think about
profusely decorating the inner world
instead. Futile attempts to absorb
replicate only empty Proxy, Facade. Your boss
told you to wonder about embarrassing (or worse,
a flat tire) between sips of a martini.
Oh, man. What, then, can the point possibly
be? In all of this, when machine outdoes man
at whimsy! Can the ineffable be reduced,
digested by equation, spat out as formula?
Pattern. No good shall come of this, no,
nor bad neither, though by your smiling
you seem to say so.
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.