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4/29/2010
Poem In Your Pocket
Did you know that April is National Poetry Month? I didn't, until a poet friend of mine just told me. She said that today, April 29, is Poem In Your Pocket day. (That's PIYP for short.) The idea is to carry a poem in your pocket, and share it with your friends, family, colleagues, whomever. It can be a poem that you make up yourself, or you can borrow it from somebody else (like a "real" poet).
By the time your read this, PIYP day might be over. But that's OK. You can carry a PIYP anytime you want. Hey, here's an idea... How about posting a poem right here as a comment on this blog? I'll get it started with a strange little piece of verse called "Golden Birdies," by Don Van Vliet (aka Captain Beefheart):
GOLDEN BIRDIES
Those little golden birdies look at them
And the mystic Egypt tossle dangling down
Old sleeper-man shish, don't wake him
Up one hand broom star was an Obeah man
Revered throughout the bone-knob land
His magic black purse slit creeped open
Let go flocks of them
Shish sookie singabus
Snored like a red merry-go-round horse
And an acid gold bar swirled up and down
Up and down in back of the singabus
And the panataloon duck white goose neck quacked
(Webcor Webcor)
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