Best Pocketing Poems

give me pockets
that’s where miscellaneous life goes
I have a nose for the roses
the grass demands my toes
my heart needs pockets
to bring it all home


10/30/2021

BITE SIZE...

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On a road traveled, over grown with time
Now a foot path memory, of bittersweet pines
The sign, with a smile, marks a turn, taken
Leading down to...

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Life is fleeting. And if you’re ever distressed, cast your eyes to the Summer sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And...

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Doing The Right Thing

Somewhere in Fresno, Central California....
A family popped into a diner for a meal together...

When they left, they left behind a canvas pouch...
A...

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Two scales must always be within an approximate range
for an accurate weight, and the close relationship
between the Humankind and God must withstand any change.


Solutions must...

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This morning at (long) last something-I was robbed in a way I was fearful curious about. What happened?!
Pickpockets are a myth, almost everyone I know...

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The sun is hot
Pretty colours on the rise
Horns honking, men whistling
Women parading
Skirts swaying
Side too side.
Children prancing
Smiles all around
Everyone’s having fun
Split, Splash, Rub, Dub
I can see...

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In the midst of darkness
I was called upon,
stepping into a world where I saw no walls,
look ! , the lightning and rainbow gods are stirring...

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BY STREET CRIES

MY PEN SPEAKS POETRY WITH A PASSION 
RELEASING MENTAL PRISONS POSING AS PROBLEMS 
PEOPLE POINTING FINGERS IGNORING PARAGRAPHS OF LIFE SCRIPTURES 

PROMOTING THE...

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The sun of Aleppo will not
Smit you by the night of war;
for you are the toothpick stronger
then the great wall of China,
you are a king...

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I have ADD.

Having... what I have's like playing billiards*!
I aim my thoughts
like a cue ball at a stripe**
and hit a solid** color...

It wipes me out!...

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Johnny was a lover of God's country
who roamed cherished land because he was free.
A skilled outdoorsman with backcountry charms,
he donned a burlap sack with holes...

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Staring at the stubborn facts
I stand face to face with a sneering fate
Legalized pot. Transitive 
Bondage sold as liberty
Man made destructive phase
Don't lie to us...

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I didn't mind shooting him between the eyes one bit, what made 
it harder for me was how he pleaded for his life and said...

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parting the Med
{for refugees and exiles}

the accounts passed down 
through the mouth and page
no refuge for the refugees
on the angry world's stage

staffed "saviors" Kalashnikovs
met on...

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