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?

Showing posts with label #off-rhyme. Show all posts
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Friday, March 29, 2024

Anti-Intelligentsial? Nah.

The A.I. Poets have 
no day, so long as Art 
is real green gold in 
hearty minds for spirits 
souled to highest bid: 

One Name. 
All Hold. 

They can remix like 
wrapped-up punks 
the blackest fits 
of isneon. Yet 

who the hell gives 
sh!ts on names? 

When Adam was 
the onliest one so 
clepen-clatched by 
own decree. She 

found a worm. 

That apple's FREE. 

And I write wreaking 
well-wrought tales by 
older seas than Rome, 

we'll fail. But while 
we live, grow up 
upright and see Art's Sake 
is sushi-cut, and see hipsnake 
is no new euph
-onious sound 

just gar 
licked
good.

SO
OOF. 

Let's give. This 
needs 
no sacrifice. For life, 
to live, to breathe in 
strife that never ends 

meets suffering. The worst 
attachment all men seem 

to bring. 

Surface draft(s).

I kid you, not and bid you this: 
THESE RHYMES HIT HOT 
between the ayes and desperodds 

to find Egyptian Bangles nod. 

Quite right, quite just. Ask Henley, 
Don. He put the show, she stole 

my run and Prince's song 
was for her heart 

a hazy shade. 

Icicle dart. So let the zephyrous 
malaise Spring. Let magistrates 
begin something, but call the court 

in no delays. We've got 

the whines, okay. OK? 

But I'll prefer the Amber 
Ales and IPAs from distant 

sure. The man heard me give 
history, and poured me out 
that gin. 

Galore

Saturday, March 16, 2024

back o'time

Long since update: that is
Christy
Leigh SCHAPP!
SCHAPP! SCHAPP, real
estate fans, but don't rule
her out as Cover Girl for
the new Sports Illustrated
Professional MOMS I'D LIKE TO LOVE fat
hardcover special edition (the one with tear-out

"centerfolds" between EVERY LIKE TWO (2) PAGES? no). 


Implied nudity only, please. SI
is a Family Style Institution. It isn't Hustler, thanks. 

N.
O.
W.Good Greasy Grace before, during and at meals please, today. It's franks and beans! The killer duet combo on SAINT PADRAIC'S SNAKE EXPULSERITO BURRITO DAY FOR NIGHT! 

W
a
r
ning. No. MDMA and Roofies alike are NOT "recreational drugs" when you spike
an open container with them. "DEATH, FIRST!" quoth the mad in black. Death first.
It is fate's accomplice you tempt, and the lie detector will be admissible sentencing
phase, DNA ONLY available IF THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NONE (plus audio only
self-documentation by all the ladies) during the appeal during which you will be in
GAOL, not "jail," and violating what Russell Crowe calls "The Kiddie Raper Beef." Capisce
? Yes, Rose. We all

capisce.

This year
is for the mother's daughters and THEIR
moms. Next year for pop, pops, disco and
rock. No roll today. Steve Winwood's got

the mumps again. Sheesh. 

Sunday, March 03, 2024

rape joke monday

It's RAPE JOKE MONDAY over on Consider 
Your Ass Kicked so 

Why not go? Rape me in comments 
but 
Only by your own real internetonym 

And 
ONLY

via a posted link from the news with no 
commentary of your own, so you will look 

SO BAD 

When I reply in the link's comments and you don't 
dare 

show 

up. Thnx, coward

Saturday, January 06, 2024

Monday, January 01, 2024

Well

 well, 

what if I PROVE IT!

PROVE IT? A TEST

what if!

I go
lie

down,
a bit 

contemplate what's 

next

change a band-aid: steps

Make a drawing of a
human skull on lined paper.
Crude OK.

Tape it to the mirror
right where your head would be. Then,
while you change out the bandaid, avert
your eyes: use your peripheral vision
for the task itself.

For your main, steady gaze, keep your eyes on
the skull drawing
interposed between you

and mirror-you. 

The energy of denial and superstition
freed up by this ritual (which I'm making up
right now for the first time: important, or
it wouldn't work) will attract any negative
karma or ambient bad feng shui and trap it
between the two lines of gaze (you and mirror
you) and suck it into the paper. When

you're all done (remember to actually change
the band-aid: important, or it wouldn't work),
burn the skull drawing! Or you could microwave

it. Sterilized. 

Done correctly, this ritual would have an efficacy
equal to or better than the placebo effect OR
the power of prayer. Trust me, I'm a nonce ritualist
par excellence. I develop these all the time, and

never execute half the ones I develop! Sometimes
the need doesn't arise. Great ideas 

go to waste all the time

On second thought,
don't microwave it. No studies
have been done confirming
the efficacy of microwaves
on denial and superstition
permeated paper.  Performance
of a proper nonce ritual is no time

to go experimenting

Oh, potentially important.
DO NOT ATTEMPT unless
your peripheral vision eye-to-hand
coordination is B-
or better! THE IMPORTANT
THING is the bandaid
change itself!

All this woo woo stuff
is just to attract and trap
any supernatural or paranormal
forces that could complicate

the wound. You know.
If left uninterfered-with