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Is That a Poem in Your Pocket or Are You Glad to See Me?

Levi's 506 jeans, front pocket with watch pocket.

Levi's 506 jeans, front pocket with watch pocket. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As a part of the month-long celebration of National Poetry Month, today is “Poem in Your Pocket Day”. According to the Academy of American Poets …”The idea is simple: select a poem you love during National Poetry Month then carry it with you to share with co-workers, family, and friends. You can also share your poem selection on Twitter by using the hashtag #pocketpoem.”

As you know, I am not averse to verse; I am a purveyor of poetics, a lover of lyrical literature.  A rhymin’ writer, a … okay, okay.  You get the picture.

So in honor of Poem in Your Pocket Day, I offer the following:

I’ve got something for you
You cannot refuse it
I’ve a Poem in My Pocket
And I’m not afraid to use it.

So if you comment here today
Thank you for your time.
Won’t you leave a poem for me?
Yours truly, in rhyme.

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The Poem in My Pocket :

Touched by An Angel by Maya Angelou

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

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Better Living Through Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups

GIVE UP THE PEANUT BUTTER CUPS AND NOBODY GETS HURT

A packet of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups

A packet of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A week of dieting Left me hungry and mean.
So I gathered some quarters for the vending machine.
Down the hall I slipped with nary a sound
To that mechanical beast where the goodies are found.

Standing shyly before its shiny glass front
There was no doubt about which treat I would want.
There in the fifth row, E6!! barely hanging on
Was that carb-loaded concoction of which I am fond.

My mouth was watering just at the thought
Of the creamy deliciousness that soon would be bought.
The chocolate! the peanut butter! smooth not chunky.
My hands were shaking like some kind of junkie.

My quarters clunked in, some gears were a-grinding
The metal corkscrew then started unwinding.
The orange package moved nearer the place it would drop.
But I stared in horror as it ground to a stop.

It dangled there, precariously, relentlessly mocking
My anger was growing, my language was shocking.
I gave the machine a nudge with my right shoulder,
Then shoved with both hands, my language grew bolder.

“Curse you”, I shouted, eyeing the hostage confection
“Those should be mine – it’s my chosen selection!”
“Those are my peanut butter cups – the snack of my dreams”
“I want them now” I cried between screams.

I knelt on the floor near that mechanical thief –
Trying to claim what was mine, put a stop to my grief.
People were passing, glancing disapprovingly downward
At the pathetic woman and the coarse language they heard!

“Give them to me – I bought them.  They’re mine”
I reached up higher, twisting my spine.
Just out of my reach, the object of my affection.
“I can’t reach you” I cried out in total dejection.

Stuck in the machine with my arm in it’s grasp.
My voice was fading, my breath but a gasp.
“I want them  – I need them – before my brain seizes.
“Give them to me”, I sobbed  “I want my Reese’s”.

My students approached me, there down on the floor
With my arm jammed up the little swinging door.
“Need help?” they asked while derisively smirking.
“No thanks,” I sniffed.  “This machine just isn’t working”.

“All I wanted was a darned peanut butter cup”
I whimpered, then groaned, and managed to get up.
Massaged my bruised arm, brushed off my slacks.
Then gave the machine a couple of good whacks.

“Here, let us help you” two of the larger males offered.
I couldn’t refuse the help that they proffered.
They tilted the machine, shook it frontward and back
But the glass-fronted behemoth wouldn’t give up the snack.

Security officers were making their rounds
And decided to investigate the unusual sounds.
When they saw my students and I were on a mission
They joined in the fight – of their own volition.

There was this crowd, pounding, shaking and cursing.
Hardly proper behavior in a college of nursing.
All of us bent to the one task before us.
“Give up the Reese’s” became our loud chorus.

The dean then walked up, quarters in hand
We stepped aside as the selections she scanned.
“Doesn’t work” we all warned, but she paid us no heed.
She dropped in her quarters at lightning speed.

E6 she selected and the machine came alive.
Whirring and grinding, motor in overdrive.
Lights blinked then went out – a loud groan went up.
All we wanted was a damned peanut butter cup!

She pounded the glass, the lights turned back on
She elbowed the buttons, the noises were gone!
The peanut butter cups were rapidly dropping.
Till the row was empty – there was no stopping.

We thrust in our arms, pulling out handfuls of wonder
The depth of the beast we did gleefully plunder.
Stuffing our pockets we then quickly scattered
To our offices and classrooms; to the taste that mattered!

Finally back at my desk, peanut butter cups in hand
I opened that first package – the aroma was grand.
The first bite – pure heaven – deliciously creamy.
My eyes glazed over, my thoughts turned all dreamy.

Three hours later, when I should have been busy
A great sugar buzz left me reeling and dizzy
Orange wrappers covered the desk and the floor
I knew that I couldn’t eat even one more.

The rest of the day was merely a blur
My head on my desk, I barely did stir.
Phones and e-mails ignored; my office door closed.
As I suffered a massive peanut butter cup overdose.

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***TODAY’S SPECIAL***

On this historic day, otherwise known as Wednesday, 19 of your favorite humor bloggers are staging a WordPress coup. We have banded together to address the important topic, Better Living Through Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.

Yes, you read that right. Your eyes are fine. Well, they may not be fine – I really don’t know. But it does say “19 of your favorite humor bloggers” (or who SHOULD be your favorite bloggers). We are all presenting the same topic, each from his or her particularly unique perspective.

Why this topic? Why now?

Why not?

Click on these “Reese’s Pieces” links to gobble up the entire, yummy bag of 19 posts.

Bon Appetite!

The Big Sheep Blog

Childhood Relived

Go Guilty Pleasures

Fifty Four and A Half

Fix It Or Deal

Play 101

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Lenore’s Thoughts Exactly

Life In The Boomer Lane

Peg-o-Leg’s Ramblings

Refrigerator Magnate

Running From Hell With El

She’s A Maineiac

The Byronic Man

The Good Greatsby

The Monster In Your Closet

The Ramblings

Thoughts Appear’s Blog

Unlikely Explanations

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Return trip ticket from Delirium – One for the Road

 

There I was, lying in my bed

A rattle in my lungs, fever messin’ up my head

I dreamed weird dreams and lounged in a funk

Hallucinating from the all the Nyquil I’d drunk.

 

I dreamed Timothy Olyphant was nuzzling my neck

But woke instead to sloppy dog kisses – BLECH.

Then dreams of ice skating, executing perfect landings

Only to find spilled ice chips, in wet socks – barely standing.

 

Pile the blankets on, throw them off moments later.

Shivery then sweaty  – my thermometer’s a traitor!

Too weak to stand, too sore to lay down any longer

Impatiently waiting for the day I feel stronger.

 

At last cough has departed – fever’s gone from my head

I face the new day with a real sense of dread.

Surveying the work that piled up while out on that “trip”

I head for the Nyquil, for just one more sip!!!

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How Do I Love Thee? Hmmmmm……

Lenore, you said it was time for a poem – this one is for Sweet Cheeks, of course.  Hope you enjoy. 

Early 20th century Valentine's Day card, showi...

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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love that you’ve been mine for 11,840 days.

I love that you still find me the girl of your dreams.

Despite menopause, depression, and a few primal screams.

 

I love that you adore me, that you think I’m the best.

Even when I’m lazy and “comfortably” dressed.

Your faith in me never wavers – your love is absolute.

Your ability to love me is your best attribute.

 

I love that you think I’m brilliant; you believe that I’m funny.

You overlook that I’m more “vinegar” than “honey”.

I love that you eat whatever it is I have cooked.

I love the way you stay so easily hooked.

 

I love that you cover me up when I’m sleeping like a log.

You check my car’s oil and take care of my dog.

Your Post It Note love letters, your “no occasion” bouquets.

I love that you express your love in so many ways.

 

I love that your heart is mine, of that there’s no doubt.

Your loving gestures are evident – day in and day out.

So this Valentine’s Day, I am happy to recount

The ways that I love you – it’s a freakin’ huge amount.

Valentines heart

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It’s a Poem…It’s Poetry…It’s Driving Me Crazy

How to Rhyme The Complete Science of Written Rhyme

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After a long day at work,
Then a boring drive home
Shall I write poetry?
Or maybe a poem?

Sure, it will rhyme
With a metrical tone
But is it poetry?
Or is it a poem?

With a lyrical cadence
and emotional plea
Have I spit out a poem?
Or perhaps poetry?

Whether professing my love
or describing my home
Is it poetry?
Or is it a poem?

Writing each verse
Wondering which it will be
Does it sound like a poem?
Or more like poetry?

Writing a limerick
or penning a tome
A masterpiece of poetry?
Or an epic poem?

Cranking out rhymes
I write with great glee
Have I created a poem?
Or mere poetry?

The words paint a picture
But what do you see?
Do I call it a poem?
Or declare it poetry?

It drives me crazy
Wherever I roam
I can’t differentiate
Between poetry and poem.

A poem made by Magnetic Poetry pieces. This po...

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