Pick Pocket

Rifling through a dead man’s pockets

to shore up your inadequate self

won’t earn you any real friends

when they place you on that shelf

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Author: valo

I am a poet, writer and activist with a special interest in human rights for children and women as well as the elimination of poverty worldwide. If you read this today, feed someone locally for me will you? Drop off a non perishable food item at the food bank nearest you and consider yourself hugged. Thank you!

16 thoughts on “Pick Pocket”

  1. MAKE ME SHINE

    Who’s this you
    You’re talking to
    Just an echo on the air
    The breath of a moonbeam
    On a crystal sensation

    Who’s this me
    Who’s changing every time
    I try to look at him
    And never touch
    Even with my skin

    Keep the eyes wide shut
    On the open void
    A neverending book
    A tale for dead men
    A dance for the only girl

  2. dear, in this song, men means people, not especially males^^.
    in fact, when a girl says “women”, it only means “me, myself, I” ^^

    1. Well ‘dear,’ when a woman carries a baby and gives birth it means the baby, the baby, the baby and not one thing about me myself and I. 😉 I have proof, your mother put brought you into this world, just so you and I could bicker with each other. hehe

    1. Well, first of all Gilles-Marie, there you go again with the male only point of view! How about ‘Dead people tell no tales?’ 😉 Tell you what, I know for a fact that dead people do indeed talk in a variety of ways if you know how to listen and oh the tales they tell! I shit you not. =:0

    1. It is a sad fact of life scribbla, that many of us are nasty to each other in life and death. I do tire of this human race I belong to sometimes. I think I’m having a day like you just had so bear with me while I write it out my friend.

  3. It’s really sick to know that this goes on a lot of the time in some hospitals, homes, etc. Not necessarily with dead men, but with old people! Or are you speaking figuratively?

    1. Actually, I meant it both ways. I initially envisioned a funeral and the rest seemed to just come to me but originally it was literal Denise. 🙂

      1. You know Evelyn, I’ve been thinking and researching that era for about a week now and you are one damn smart cookie to notice that it has leeched into my poetry! I didn’t see it until you pointed it out 🙂

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