Long Pocketful Poems

*warning* disturbing lines have been detected - you have been warned, readers. Okay, enjoy this somewhat deep and astounding poem from me that took days to write...>:)

I bet you anything that I'm the laziest guy...

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“Upon Waking”


Slumber has its upsides 
while the outside runs around
like a split fowlyard, 
cacophonous 
pecking at each other 
and at the ground…

Elsewhere, 

like dull background noise
through the fog of dream 
the sound of the gamble...

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Pre-chorus: Mmmm ohhhh ohhh 
The worst pain I've felt in my life was when I left your side
I'm slowly breaking down, so build me up with your confidence...your confidence
I fear that I might lose you,...

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All In The Name Of "Progress"

The wrecking ball long since
demolished boyhood house zen
located at 324 Level Road,
a once nonagricultural,
pastoral, rural residence,
which soulful yen
I called home while
veritably sequestered, quarantined, positioned...
sprawled atop spaciously shingled roof
countless years (B)efore...

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We all have roots from seeds
In and on the fertile soil of our lives
Where we are planted to need
The place we know as home to thrive
Shaped and harvested we live to die
As the grains of...

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Neglecting the love song in my mind's eye
Directing my thoughts to your flawed lie
You're the highlight in my life, dynamic diamond 
You're the friend and foe in my nightmarish dream - I am fond of...

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“The Big Blues and Baptismal Alice”



In the land of the dirty politician
Steely resolve was borne bidding
farewell to thinly veiled conceit and division
that particular brand of milk had long in the tooth turned sour
in her red-hot...

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When I think of what to write
often the ocean comes to mind
Endless sea of pretty blue
and stretched out horizon lines,
impossibly flat

Yet when I actually arrive
it isn't the sea that my eyes
take a liking too
Rather it's...

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My life is a great peace apon me.                           ...

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 never will I forget 
                          hearing
   ...

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Within reason
lies a house full of ordinary
a chest of bland memories. 
 
                      ...

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I balance on a tightrope. Surrounded by 
lovers and dreamers, I teeter above a raging sea.
I admire their glossy smiles and envy
their bright-eyed confidence; envy is a sin, I know.
Please forgive me; a lie would...

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As a ...

	child I was carefree 
		played in the mud 
			football my hero
				goals from the foot

	teenager I had worries
		imagined and real
			twisted illusions
				hands on the trigger

	young man I searched
		for a pearl in the shell
			submerged in an...

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THE HAPPY CIRCUS

I am just a one man circus doing all the twists and turns
To entraining crowds, on the turnstiles the money burns

No cruelty to animals here as these animals run the show
With the ape...

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I’ve got a pocketful of dreams
And very little else
What I have I give to others 
And keep nothing to myself

I spread myself too thin
And tire myself out
Many times I’ve been taken for granted
Of that there...

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Time seems an insidious beast, deceptive
by nature, appears to promise so much by giving least.
So, I got old, almost as if in an instant flash of lightening,
one day I looked away, then looked back, so...

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A SURPRISE IN MY POCKET

A pocketful of change, a pocketful of keys,
A pocketful of credit cards—I have a lot of these!
A pocketful of Kleenex and little mints to chew;
What would I do without them? ...

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The Great Continental Divide, more appropriately
known to most Easterners as the Continental Divide 
of the Americas, but nope, not out here in the Western 
country past the great Missourah and the grand ole Miss.

In the...

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Dandelions, babies crying
walking in the woods,
astronomy, philosophy
chickadees and childhood.

Speckled trout, (a technical knock-out)
strawberries red and sweet,
winter, spring, summer, fall
Butterfinger and little "Twinkie" treats.

Dragon flies, questions why
There’s anything at all,
Making mistakes baking cup cakes
Cumulous clouds and...

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hello, Paris it's mama dearest


Mama bear pulls into Seattle with a roar
searching the neighborhoods of the poor
You hear me, come out from hiding ... my baby cub
mama has a pocketful of your favorite grub

hello, Paris...

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If you come to my occasion
Maybe birthday or dedication
You'll be to me like a red rag to a bull
Asking for rice knowing the price of a bagful

Our common and daily food
Is becoming an august food
Either...

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               Torrential rain of tears 
               ...

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I got a lot of thoughts
rolling around in my head
Idea marbles,
colored black, blue, white and red
That’s very Afro-American of me
to be thinking this way
This ol’ noggin’ got a pocketful of idea marbles,
do you wanna play?
Let’s...

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utterly captivating 
was our magical night.
as dawn lay down to sleep,
we remained awake to stargaze.

utterly romantic, 
honey-sweet moments we did share.
a rendezvous tailor-made for royals;
t'was unforgettable.

utterly unforgettable!
we held midnight 
in the palm of our hands;
lost...

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Human in appearance and child-like inside
They don't use wings but magic and some faith to help them fly
Are they demoted angels or some demon of the trees?
A pocketful of fairy dust is bound to make...

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