
Open Garden
The Earth will never /
Be the same, but it is not /
Ours to begin with.
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Open Garden
The Earth will never /
Be the same, but it is not /
Ours to begin with.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #poet #writer #writing #davidebooker #april #monday #earthday #2019 #garden #earth #earth #notours #everyday
Filed under 2019, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker

When
When I’m old, I’ll don /
a lavender sheet and stand /
in my cold decline.
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Mystery
Three books, new season. /
Mysteries in print on screen. /
More than flowers bloom.
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Filed under 2019, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker

Breeze
Life for all its faults /
Hangs like a Spring water drop — /
Waits for a freeing breeze.
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Spring fly
Spring fly in kitchen. /
Annoying buzz fills my ears. /
Bug swatter stirring.
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#buzz #bug #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #photo #april #monday #2021

Peanut butter spring
He waits for my food. /
Mockingbird and his hunger. /
Peanut butter spring.
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Filed under 2021, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker

The mayor taped
I saw the mayor taped to the door. /
His mug was one you couldn’t ignore. /
He promised a meet and greet; /
Then a rasslin’ match to complete. /
I don’t know if I’ll attend. /
Such events do tend to offend. /
While politics can be rough, /
Forearm smashes are beyond enough. /
Seeing bodies thrown around, /
Will make me wonder if Cas Walker’s back above ground. /
Maybe I prefer a bit less sham, /
With politicians to be less ham, /
To save the pork for the table, /
And work for the good of all available.
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Filed under 2021, poem, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker

Garden
Garden objet d’art /
Among the flowers of Spring /
Man’s discards reborn.

Hand placement
My shifting hands say: /
See, speak, and hear no idea. /
Hands down, they lie.
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