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?

Wednesday, February 15, 2023

wild from the cold

It got so damn cold 
I had to go wild 
just to warm up 
from the fire inside 
like a longlost child, 
reunited with you
at a tender age,

But all ages are.
So true, but - false!
This kid's not yours!
The false-accused parents
go wild with rage
as pure as bliss,
just like ignorance
is...

That's how it goes
in this tender age:

We go wild, wild 
from the cold, I know! 

I know! 

We go wild, wild 
from the cold, so cold 
I know! 

I know 

It's so cold - so cold! 
Out there in this world, 
it's like nobody cares. 
They don't even dress warm.
Gone cold, cold, cold to the core,
core, core!

Chattering shivering, frozen
and pure. Well, what would it
take? To warm us up? Some big
fond kind hot slobbery kiss? 

That's what it is, when rage 
pure as bliss has a tender 
age trembling wild like this:

We go wild, wild 
from the cold, I know! 

I know! 

We go wild, wild 
from the cold, so cold 
I know! 

I know 

Wild, I know 
from the cold 

so cold

guitar solo

so cold, 
so cold 

(solo out)

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