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?

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Showing posts with label mission statement. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 26, 2024

"The Natural Thing"

All this 'let it happen naturally' is the
hardest thing for me, I've ever done 
in my life. But still we made it - did it, 
didn't we? Waited 'til the fates agree.
We don't have to do that bull shit twice.
We are gone through all the courses,
of obstacles and forces, 
this courtship's 
come in.

Let's never do that again. 

I wanna be straight with you, woman. 
Woman, that's only natural, woman. 
Woman? You make it so easy, too! 
Come on! Come on...too strong.

I'm sorry, you do. 

I'm going to be straight with you, 
woman! Woman, 'cause I am unwavering, 
woman. Woman: you make me implacable, 
woman. Come on? Let's do the natural thing,
'cause if we mean it to be? 

It's meant to be.

I've dealt in certainty. Ever since: you kissed me back. 
I've almost married you, a hundred times, behind 
your back with just three thousand vows, that I have 
kept, that you never heard! 

Don't tell me that's rushing in.
We're no fools. Don't be absurd: 

You've always been straight with me, woman. 
Woman? We're only natural, woman. Come 
on and on, you make it too easy: two. 
Come on! Come on, too stronger and strong,
every time that you do, I have to be straight 
with you, woman? 

Woman? 

'Cause I am unwavering, 
woman. Woman. You made me 
implacable, woman. Come on! 
Let's do the natural thing,
so supernaturally?

We're free.

So yeah I'm tumble-tongued, language-lost,
make up the words. Only all of them...
can't explain. I'm digging myself,
even deeper in, and covered 
in all of this dirt. Well?  

Can't excavate what's 
in the stars, but to try 
wouldn't hurt. 

Let's always be straight 
with you. 

Friday, March 29, 2024

The Vortext Chronicle(s)

With seas 
your eyes of 
azure greenlit 
sea-foam cares 
hair hard, salt soft 
in wide-strewn spray: 

Perigianne. 
The Greek-ish 
Antipodes 

Know when 
the Cypriot 
looks cool 
and shit 

I'll bind no knot 
to loose you, first 
but by fourth dates 
all claims run void 

The undertow suck 
Takes me first. 

Or this I vow: 

A Wedding Band of surf 
and spray and light and 
sand for one beach day 

whether permits 
the storm goes fast 
but darkness 

fits. 

Saturday, March 16, 2024

intro schema w/ parts sketchy

(KMD sample) "Since the day I was born 
I was on a mission 
Never played out of position
or missing or wishing
I came out kissing was no spank
on the back side 
Just oscillating nurses 
waiting for BLACK [ THAT ] 
guy, I I was talking way 
before I could crawl 
or walk. And what 
the ladies heard 
wasn't baby talk 
I'd drop a line like 
a bomber would drop 
a BOMB. Highly explosive 
but notice I was kool 
and calm, ready 
for action at the age of one the fun 
was just beginning I was winning 
[ hi-hat comes in, some guitar drone ] 
the ladies would come with arms 
open and hoping for a kiss 
and a hug. I'd strip down HAH 
and watch the ladies bug 
I stood up for a while 
then I started walking 
I heard some lady say 
"Look who'se talking" 
That's right baby you 
can't leave me [ HIM! ] 
alone 'cause if you can't 
please me don't tease me 'cause 
I'm [ FULL BAND CRASH 
IN ] BAD TO THE BAD TO 
THE BAD TO THE BAD TO 
THE 

(former spoken by Mohandas 
Dewese AKA Kool Moe Dee)

Full band (low harmony vocal 
me): WE GOT YOUR YEAR 
IN ROCK RIGHT HEAR, BAE
BAE 

I came to be the one who'd stay 
THE ANTI-NICE the opposite 
of what you meant when you talked 
shhh-T I BACK YOU UP AGAINST 

that wall! Because you're indefensible 
You lost the last 
best chance you had you can pray 
Good luck 
You can Ugly it up, but 
I'm 
The Bad 
(S. Leone inspired guitar line 
and chords) I'M 
THE BAD 
DEEER, NEEER DEEEAH DAHH
AHM 
THE BAAAAD 
get 
off 
mah 
TIP 

CONSPIRACY 
is on my side 
Step to me you get took 
for a ride, they'll lock 
You up 
They'll hide the key 
Don't put your self 
through hell for me 
AHM SO MEAN I MEAN IT ALL
My soul is indestructible 
You really ought to doubt 
your "should" 'cause God 
He is Great, 
Jesus is Good, but 
I'm 

the bad 

(Whistling part) 

toot de doodle doodle doo 
BAH NAH NAHHHHH 
der REET der ROOTLE ROO 
DAR, NAR, NAHHHH
DOOTY DOOTY DOOOOO 
nah nah nah 

DOODLE-TOODLE-TU 

HIT IT 

Spoken: destruction is 
a creative act and I love 
to create so keep the hell 
BACK. 

_________________

Band intro: 
CFO & director of BASS STRINGS
COO & director of BOOM
CEO & lead of strings 

CCO 
& assistant to the director 
of strings 

______________

Band goes in to "DESTROY" 

"Rocking (To-Do)"

Here me out
I'm going to call a party. 
Here and now, inviting 
everybody. Bring 
your girlfriend bring 
your boyfriend bring 
your ex-girlfriend too 
everyone you've ever 
loved or even hated 
will do 

Just 
sit on down discussing, or 
get on up dancing 

State 
your mind or change the state 
your mind is in 

I would never tether you 
over what you hold, dear 
Bring your freaky twelve 
step program or your big 

case of beer 

We got rocking to do 
All man 
We got rocking to do 
All woman 

Now jump on up right 
and just for just one man 

'Cause only one man came 
to take his bird in hand 
shove it back under the bush 
Let it cheep-cheep a bit 

Tell that Courtney, Girl 
Next dive's for me let's 
swim still a bit, We 
Got 
Rocking 
TO-DO 
ALL MAN
has got rocking to DO-OOO, with 
ALL WO-MAAA,HANN 
has got rocking to do 

all man 
doo DAHHHHN HAS GOT 
ROCKIN' TO DOO, EWE 

with 

all 

woe 
mah 

han 


guitar solo? 

Bridge to the chorus 

Plug in the Saba Facebook Army
on backup and give me a front 
row metric ticket, please. 

Good 
girl 
Good 
boy 

Go doggo go

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

heartbreaking beautiful

Moments fleet
to years and lives 
and so it breaks. And

so, 

decide  

battle fatigue

battle fatigue 
combat injury 
I took a wrong step and 
destroyed my knee 
I pulled a wrong weight 
and so pulled 

my back 

just the strife 
of life, in life 

and I will bounce 
flat

Saturday, October 14, 2023

quantity vs. quality revisited

Quantity is not 
versus quality. 

And

Anyone who says it is 
has run a false dichotomy. 
I like to run quick and deep, 
leap like a stone skipped 
over a fake lake (or a literal 
one, for real) and smash 
from ripples to waves 
on far shores of any 

ol' pond in range.

Why not? Why not stunt, 
lark, fling and swing away?

Rarely 
and preciously,
when it happens 
- I am succinct. Rarely that.
Fecund, though! - even though
that's not a very virtue,
is it? 

Point is: I put out. 
I write poems bad, good 
rarely-to-never indifferent, 
every which way to loose 
in the eye of random 
passerby, and call it 

blind luck 

when one good one 
turns up. 

Is this an invalid way 
to go? I'd love to see you 
stake, make and defend 
that case, 

honcho 

I am an online poet of some (1) note. 
I'll thank you to notice, I do not gloat, 
but I'm glad in my small way 

to make. As I allude to up there,
it's about as good as a scale 
paper boat Spanish Armada 
hauling ass, grass and cash 
(or gold) across some puddle 

cosplayed as a midsize lake,
and pretending to seas.