
Shades
Shadows and lost saints: /
reflections and projections, /
exits and entrances.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #shades #shadows #saints #reflection #projection #exit #entrance #oldnortknoxville #davidebooker #july #thursday #2021 #senryu
072221

Shades
Shadows and lost saints: /
reflections and projections, /
exits and entrances.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #shades #shadows #saints #reflection #projection #exit #entrance #oldnortknoxville #davidebooker #july #thursday #2021 #senryu
072221

Gathering
Bee hums to the beat /
Of sunflower serenade. /
Summer pollen song.
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The cut
A surgeon’s suture /
The end of the operation /
A painful new start.
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Filed under 2018, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker

Hiding
Rain reaches the heart /
Hiding away in the sun /
Touching life with tears.
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Borderland
Flag hangs in stillness. /
Rain falls into its murmur. /
Wet dirge or rebirth?
071921
There once was a writer from Montana,
Who always ate a morning banana.
Then one day he ran out.
He wailed an ugly shout:
“Writing’s lost is appeal and manna.”

Hanging on
Moments speak to you. /
Do you listen? Do you see? /
How long will you breathe?
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071821

Former self
Some day you will find /
yourself hanging around and /
wonder where you’ve been.
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071721

Monkey down
Some folks went down there to see /
That monkey by the river in Tennessee. /
In this little town called Dayton /
Big Ol’ lawyers are set about debatin’ /
How you and me and Aunt Myrtle got here /
When all of that is rightly clear. /
We didn’t come by way of no monkey. /
All that talk is hooey and junkie. /
We got here by way of the stork, /
Who huffed and puffed and gave a goose snort. /
Dropped us off one by one, /
Except for Aunt Myrtle’s two twin sons. /
Those kids came full COD. /
The postman had a hernia and had to be relieved. /
No, we didn’t come by no monkey shines, /
I’ve had no nip of that moon shine. /
And maybe we can make ourselves a few dimes, /
Selling local junk to those Northern dude kinds. /
To those folks that think us quaint /
‘Cause we’re closer to the soil to feel its taint. /
We got us a fine young man, /
Who may have taught science, to take the stand. /
We’ll raise a ruckus and call attention, /
But we like the guy, so they’ll be no lynchin’. /
Radio from Chicago will be here to broadcast. /
We’ll do what we can to make this theater last. /
So come on down in the hot, July sun. /
Humidity’s here. We’re sure to have some fun.
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#poem #poetry #rhyming #Scopes #Monkey_Trial #monkey #trial #tennessee #dayton #july #friday #2021
Filed under 2021, Poetry by David E. Booker

Fish of the land
If fruits de mer means /
fruits of the sea, should berries /
be fish of the land?
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#haiku #poem #poetry #berries #fruit #fish #sea #land #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #photooftheday #poemoftheday #july #friday #2021
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