don’t forget to stick a poem in your pocket

Tomorrow (April 14, 2011) is stick a poem in your pocket day. Silly, but what do you really have to lose but a piece of paper? All the better if you share it, anyway.

Here is a poem I remember from 7th grade:

A Garland of Precepts

    by Phyllis McGinley

Though a seeker since my birth,
Here is all I’ve learned on earth,
This the gist of what I know:
Give advice and buy a foe.
Random truths are all I find
Stuck like burs about my mind.
Salve a blister. Burn a letter.
Do not wash a cashmere sweater.
Tell a tale but seldom twice.
Give a stone before advice.

Pressed for rules and verities,
All I recollect are these:
Feed a cold to starve a fever.
Argue with no true believer.
Think-too-long is never-act.
Scratch a myth and find a fact.
Stitch in time saves twenty stitches.
Give the rich, to please them, riches.
Give to love your hearth and hall.
But do not give advice at all.

Or there is this ditty about jelly beans:

They say they have good beans in Boston,
and also in Lima Peru,
but beans made of jelly are best for my belly,
so those are the kind that I chew.

I can eat them from sunrise to sunset,
continue from sunset to dawn,
going for days in a jelly bean haze,
and cry out for more when there gone.

Some people eat only red ones,
while others eat only green,
but I’ll put bite on purple or white,
and all other hues in between.

If you want my new car you can have it.
I’ll wave as you drive it away.
Take my dog, take my cat,
take my coat, take my hat,
take it all, but my jelly beans stay.

Or a classic by e.e. cummings:

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
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