Best Pocketbook Poems

What would I give for a book and a nook
I'd forfeit some cash from my pocketbook
Surrender my coat to a hanging wall hook
Then give it a look , as long as it took

I'd roll back the stone, crawl into a cave
Find Ol' Tom Sawyer, take...

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I see love
wetting a napkin
cleaning a frowning face

I see love
holding a pocketbook
outside the ladies dressing room

I see love
walking slowly
holding hands

I see love
hurrying to keep up
laughing

I see love weeping
the joy of a life together
seeping out

I see love
looking back at me

I know love
for I have been seen
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“Zoloft.” was someone’s loud, quick answer.	
“Yasmin.” I heard, spoke by another.  Huh?		
“Xanax.” Was then offered.						

	While these people shouted, I stared, perplexed.	

“Valium, is inside my pocketbook,							
Unisom, too.  It’s up to you.” said some voice.				

	”Thank you,” I began, “you are all dear,			
	Seems though, I have...

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The price we pay for our freedom is not contained in a man’s wallet,
Nor is liberty a currency found in a female fancy Gucci pocketbook.


It’s not in anyone’s liquidity portfolio investment bank records,
Nor is it contained in anybody's “Wall Street” premier trust fund accounts.


Reverently, the...

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My wallet has credit cards
And my I.D.
(My license to drive
With a picture of me.)

My library card and
My store discount stash
Share limited space with
My limited cash.

Insurance I.D.'s,
Safety pins and receipts
Nestle next to my photos,
Such room-hogging treats.

Appointment reminders,
My pass for the Zoo
Stretch the leather along with
My Garden...

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The last-call lights flickered once more
A warning sign she chose to ignore
Her soul, just like her pocketbook
Was as empty as inside the glass she looked

The bartender said, “Lass, you now must leave”
As she wiped her tears on a tattered sleeve
With no place left in the...

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Faces come at me as stricken
as graveyard moons.

The supermarket hangs heavy,
laden as it is with neon anchors.
The aisles are runways for empty eyes,
a few sections contain searching bodies.
 
She turns to me at the check-out,
she has me tagged;
wine bottles from the mark-down bin
rattle on the...

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On My Eighty Fifth Birthday

Another Birthday…I’m still alive
Never thought that I’d survive
To the ripe old age of Eighty Five!
But here I am…feisty still
Even though I’m over the hill!
Don’t count me out...Don’t ring that bell
I’m still here and raising hell!

Had a few blimps along the way
But...

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God must be sleeping now as the dog dreams

He mumbles help me as he is thrown into the ring

As he is bitten his tears of hope cry

I was happy to run and my mothers paws


God must be sleeping now as the addict waits for her...

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Why do people pay big bucks
For something by Chanel?
I realize that they’re selling to 
A wealthy clientele…

But I really just don’t get it.
Every pocketbook or such
With that famous logo goes for
What most folks would say too much.

And by that, I’m talking thousands
Just to own, what...

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Helplessly, I saunter in and step into the line.
Drawn into the store by the aroma so devine.
I reach inside my pocketbook and quickly rummage through.
Finally, a dollar, to get my morning brew.

Intoxicating, rich and dark, I never can resist.
Penetrating every pore just like a lover’s...

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<               my little girl came to me and asked for a pet
                 to me my...

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Coco Chanel gel
Fifty dollars = six ounces 
Sample last how long

Rub a little on 
Each morning just feel richer
Ackchu allergy

Too rich for my pocketbook anyway...

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Hear that sound coming from your
television set
Government warning: This is not a test!
There’s no music rocking 
from your radio
Only the shrill alert of an emergency signal
indicating transmission shutdown
Better put on an aluminum tin foil hat
to block out the penetrating EM waves
Unauthorized dark-net instructions
rapidly rappelling ...

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Welcome to Gutter Ball Saloon
Where careful words waft through the tavern;
Serpentine swirls with evil intentions.
Watch your step and pocketbook.

Observe the chap in the derby hat.
No, the other one.
No, the other one…with the honeycomb vest.
That singular sap is one of kind.
Or one of ten; a soldier-still...

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