Better than Lint

I have so many poems in my pocket
I don’t know which one to share
Was it proper to overstock it?
The prudent prefer to prepare

With hopes that you like this one
I'll post without delay
Make sure that you don’t miss one,
And share your own, okay?


***Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day!***

Quantifiable

Met a four
At least that’s what she said she was
“Just do what everybody does,
Find the door.”

I said, “Nay
It seems your addition is off
Ignore the ignorant who scoff
Ten all day!”

Math is fun
It can exercise your mind
And it’s better when you find
Two are one.

Overdone

You don’t have to be hooked
on something heavy
to throw your life away
your mind can be cooked
by the sickening bevy
of lies labeled truth every day.

Skyward

I once had time to think and write
When I was in my prime
Staying up through half the night
To think and write. I once had time

For fanciful flights in a fertile mind
Unfettered by the plights
That limit what runways one can find
In a fertile mind for fanciful flights,

But I still try to soar when I can
I didn’t forget how to fly,
Sometimes it’s hard for this also-ran
To soar when I can, but I still try.

Singed

That which we can’t see
Entices us more than the sight
And what we know cannot be
Can haunt us every night

Remember to temper desire
With pinches of practical flux
Or find yourself seared by the fire
That will never be quenched by the crux.

Over the Hump

Anything done for lust
Though kindly seeming, must
End up as a bust
(If you get my thrust).

Scuttled

Everyone has to do their part
To keep this ship afloat
And study the most current chart
To dodge sand bars of note

With every vital station manned
We shouldn’t go ker-plunk
But, if no one lends a hand
We could be sunk.

Pither

Can you be so in touch with the universe
That you feel each decaying atom disperse
Throughout the fabric of all that is—
Or maybe you just have to take a whiz?

Underdeveloped

Everyone wants to go there
But when it’s time to show up
No one does.

A dead end gets you nowhere
While those with purpose grow up.
Wish I was.

Waltz

Beside a crooked crabapple tree
I was blessed to see
The dance between the blossom and the bee

Then, like the distant sun and moon
Whose hug was done too soon
I spiral to my own eccentric tune

And onward everyone proceeds
Performing their appointed deeds
As destiny adroitly leads.

Totality

You can block out The Son
But it doesn’t matter if you do
Or how far you run
The light will get through
The darkness undone.

When blackness seems grim
Be warmed by the glow
Of a merciful whim
The Son can bestow
And give all to Him.

Imperceptive

The complexity of the cosmos is no lark
A grand design exists for all to see
But those with feeble eyes are doomed to be
Forever grasping blindly in the dark.

Self-Starter

They said to lead but I never cared
For pacifying people ill prepared
To muddle through morose futility
And still believe that anything can be.

Refusing to administer the lies
I see that I was insolent, not wise
And though the system's just a shoddy sham
I harbor hope because that’s who I am.

Jubilation

The final jubilee
Of such a long span
Is bound to be

A seething can
Of latent energy
To change the world of Man.

Getting Plowed

The first week of spring
Another frosty fling
Glad elected hacks
Hiked that carbon tax.