Life is mysterious. Destiny, ambiguous.
Fate is ambivalent. The possible - infinite.
Chance is a gamble. But risk, we can handle -
it's chaos and random, but we've got a hand in.
So here's to good health, here's looking at you!
Kid you not, there is naught in this glass to regret
- so let's drink to us now! It seems pretty much set,
I bet...
You can always get by on good luck and charm!
You can always rely on good luck and charm
Kid you not, there is naught, in this glass to regret
So let's drink! To us now, toast best-laid plans
With the shards in our hands, seems pretty much set,
I guess...
You can always get by on good luck and charm!
You can always rely on good luck and charm
Not a cloud in the sky
To build castles upon,
and the landscape is ruined
from all fallen down.
But it sure was a view,
from those heights we called home -
We two, with our banners hung snap in the sky
But it's better to live on the ground don't you know?
Where things root and can live,
and there's air to breathe
and room to grow, oh
We can always get by on good luck and charm!
You can always rely on good luck and charm
You can always get by on good luck and charm
We can always rely on a good luck charm
And it's best! Now to live on the ground, isn't it?
"Yes it is!" we admit and exclaim 'til it fits
"For the best!" and I guess, in the meantime
we'll let this next, best, guess, rest...
We can always get by on good luck and charm!
You can always rely on good luck and charm
(bridge) the future's nice, I'm sure.
But you can't take it with you -
Any future we can make now,
Won't hold up when it hits you
And I'm kind of done with magic and spells,
incantations and books and bells and prayers,
But I'm not worried though
I've got my good luck charm,
you know, oo, oh
:-)
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?
Friday, October 18, 2013
ring cycle 2
the promise, the appeal, rather than to be
the end user of a manufacturing process -
you are a runner in a relay, passing beauty
down the track towards a finish that will be reached -
again and again and again,
all in the course of a ring.
the end user of a manufacturing process -
you are a runner in a relay, passing beauty
down the track towards a finish that will be reached -
again and again and again,
all in the course of a ring.
"Smoking 'til the ship comes in" (Or, "Last year's mantra, Revision No.4")
Lord, if I could get one wish I want to be your will for me on earth.
Lord, if I could get one more I want to be the best thing here, for her. But, lord
if I can't be that thing that I most want to be
for you,
just let me be whatever else I have to do
for I
am through
Lord, if I could get one more I want to be the best thing here, for her. But, lord
if I can't be that thing that I most want to be
for you,
just let me be whatever else I have to do
for I
am through
Monday, October 14, 2013
"rare note"
I am a poet of rare note. Like a bank note
that passed out of circulation obscure foreign governments ago,
and is known and prized, coveted jealously
by precisely six people - some of the most erudite, exclusive
and trivial numismatists in the world, except
that's coins, isn't it? In any case,
or pressed between pages, locked
in a safe, we poets of rare note
don't care so very much
about the difference between collectors.
that passed out of circulation obscure foreign governments ago,
and is known and prized, coveted jealously
by precisely six people - some of the most erudite, exclusive
and trivial numismatists in the world, except
that's coins, isn't it? In any case,
or pressed between pages, locked
in a safe, we poets of rare note
don't care so very much
about the difference between collectors.
controlling
I am in utter command
of my bowel movements.
I sleep at whim.
My erections
are inspirational, and voluntary.
Most people, they say, use 10 percent
of their brains. I use up to 20 percent, plus!
A whopping 60% of my own.
of my bowel movements.
I sleep at whim.
My erections
are inspirational, and voluntary.
Most people, they say, use 10 percent
of their brains. I use up to 20 percent, plus!
A whopping 60% of my own.
"Wild Time Museum"
She waits at the end of it all, the beginning
Sits fresh in her hands.
She lives where it ends
She knows where it ends
Exhibits stretch out in wings
to each side, the past
can't abide, the future
can't die; for the present,
pretend that it's wide open now
- That all of these clear, interlocking locked strands
don't somehow prevent everything but one end
to all this wild time
Sits fresh in her hands.
She lives where it ends
She knows where it ends
Exhibits stretch out in wings
to each side, the past
can't abide, the future
can't die; for the present,
pretend that it's wide open now
- That all of these clear, interlocking locked strands
don't somehow prevent everything but one end
to all this wild time
Tuesday, October 01, 2013
A load of towels.
These things, when they're done
we can hang them out
and they'll dry in the air
but you know, for now -
they are clean, sopping wet
and perfect for this:
let's each choose our towel,
and we'll grab both ends,
and we'll give ten twists
'til the water wrings out and the tension snakes through,
and somebody's bare ass
is about to get whipped!
and I say it is going to be you.
You've a difference of opinion
on that score, though. And
we're not keeping score -
you're ahead, I know,
but it's all in fun! Or
at least, in play.
'Cause that's how we do that
every laundry day
all our clothes have been used up
anyhow, so we might as well
do it all in one swoop!
- but we'll do the towels
first. Always - always.
That's the method that works
each laundry day through.
we can hang them out
and they'll dry in the air
but you know, for now -
they are clean, sopping wet
and perfect for this:
let's each choose our towel,
and we'll grab both ends,
and we'll give ten twists
'til the water wrings out and the tension snakes through,
and somebody's bare ass
is about to get whipped!
and I say it is going to be you.
You've a difference of opinion
on that score, though. And
we're not keeping score -
you're ahead, I know,
but it's all in fun! Or
at least, in play.
'Cause that's how we do that
every laundry day
all our clothes have been used up
anyhow, so we might as well
do it all in one swoop!
- but we'll do the towels
first. Always - always.
That's the method that works
each laundry day through.
If you do
Oh, and wtf do you mean "if"?
Let's not be disingenuous, here. Unless
we can be disingenues, of course
- We'll dress up in ironic gowns,
and waltz widdershins through
our own personal anti-cotillion,
which other people mistakenly refer to as
"the world and everything in it."
Save a dance for me, if you wish.
I've already begun, any time
you care to begin it.
Let's not be disingenuous, here. Unless
we can be disingenues, of course
- We'll dress up in ironic gowns,
and waltz widdershins through
our own personal anti-cotillion,
which other people mistakenly refer to as
"the world and everything in it."
Save a dance for me, if you wish.
I've already begun, any time
you care to begin it.
inside that guy's head
got an arm off
wheelchair
eyes averted
used to it
flowing
accident
legs
youthful
dyed hair
both hands
standing
stroller
just so you know
we're going to be having sex later
in my imagination
wheelchair
eyes averted
used to it
flowing
accident
legs
youthful
dyed hair
both hands
standing
stroller
just so you know
we're going to be having sex later
in my imagination
Dear,
Dear,
Nothing in life works or works out
as intended. This
is no indictment of life. It is
an indictment of intent.
Intentionality is no joke - cosmic
or otherwise, it is in deadly grim earnest an attempt
to meet reality more than half-way to our plan,
to our dreams, when
all our lives,
we know and see where
it really lies. We win, the day
we stop daunting life.
The day we give up - not dreams,
but dreaming. We will wake up,
on our own terms, and we will find
they apply.
Until that day, and every day,
we will die.
Which is not really so bad. These little deaths
kill nothing
but the life we never had.
Nothing in life works or works out
as intended. This
is no indictment of life. It is
an indictment of intent.
Intentionality is no joke - cosmic
or otherwise, it is in deadly grim earnest an attempt
to meet reality more than half-way to our plan,
to our dreams, when
all our lives,
we know and see where
it really lies. We win, the day
we stop daunting life.
The day we give up - not dreams,
but dreaming. We will wake up,
on our own terms, and we will find
they apply.
Until that day, and every day,
we will die.
Which is not really so bad. These little deaths
kill nothing
but the life we never had.
Amusing.
Bad impulses should be cherished
as education, entertainment.
You should hang way back, detached
and laugh,
at the deliciously stupid act
that you are not fucking about
to do.
Some things you will never have
to take back
are more precious than things
that you will
have
to.
as education, entertainment.
You should hang way back, detached
and laugh,
at the deliciously stupid act
that you are not fucking about
to do.
Some things you will never have
to take back
are more precious than things
that you will
have
to.
safe word(s)
Discipline and restraint - not much to choose
between
these two virtues.
Are you trying to be so mean? I didn't think
you had it in you, at least
not for me
but I guess this is the role
you want to play. It's
not for me,
but baby what ever turns you on
that doesn't kill me, only
makes you strong - and
we need you strong.
I will hold out, until
you can't go
any longer this way.
At least I always know
what to say, if I have
to say, so
be that way.
between
these two virtues.
Are you trying to be so mean? I didn't think
you had it in you, at least
not for me
but I guess this is the role
you want to play. It's
not for me,
but baby what ever turns you on
that doesn't kill me, only
makes you strong - and
we need you strong.
I will hold out, until
you can't go
any longer this way.
At least I always know
what to say, if I have
to say, so
be that way.
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