Scars
Scars across the sky. /
December’s tattered sunset. /
Winter’s blood whispers.
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Monthly Archives: December 2021
Haiku and photo: “Treats”
Treats
Holiday presents /
Reveal many kindnesses /
As they hide their treats.
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#haiku #december #treats #poem #poetry #poet #writing #writers #presents #kindnesses #2018 #holiday #christmas #122018
Filed under 2018, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
Haiku and photo: “Holding”
Holding
Finger points gently. /
He holds forth under the tree. /
Santa says, “Not yet.”
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#santa #tree #christmas #presents #waiting #poem #poetry #haiku #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #december #sunday #2021 #121921
Haiku and photo: “The day”
The day
Dusk betrays the day, /
turns light into sour moments /
left cold for the stars.
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#dusk #stars #cold #day #light #moments #haiku #photo #poem #poetry #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #december #saturday #2021 #121821
Saturday silliness: “The stack”
The stack
Book pile grows higher. /
Tree of knowledge overflows /
Into empty rooms.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #book #pile #room #house #121821 #tree #knowledge #december #friday #davidebooker #2021
Filed under 2021, haiku, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker, Silly Saturday
Photo finish Friday: “Promise”
Promise
Flowering winter. /
Rose cups water and sunlight, /
drinks in promises.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #rose #winter #rain #promises #water #sunlight #photo #davidebooker #december #friday #2021 #121721
Haiku and photo: “Flying”
Flying
Charlie Brown’s kite flew. /
Icarus flew, too. Neither tree /
nor sun welcomed them.
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#tree #sun #icarus #charliebrown #kite #haiku #poem #poetry #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #december #tuesday #2021 #121621
Monday morning writing joke: “Happy hard”
Happy hard
There once was a writer of greeting cards, /
Who found this season a bit of a canard. /
All she had to say /
She’d said already for pay. /
To do it now for free was very hard.
“Oh, Deer Meat”
Oh, Deer Meat
Oh, deer meat, what can I say? /
What won’t offend you if I play? /
A word here, a word there, /
But venison I must play with care.
#pun #cartoon #deer #meat #venison #santa #holidays #humor #christmas #davidebooker #121221
Sunday silliness: “Fainting tree”
Fainting tree
Oh, those fainting Christmas trees.
They are a sight to see,
Can’t be left alone, can’t be.
You went to spread some cheer,
So let me be clear,
It wasn’t me here,
It was the cat.
Like the serpent in the tree,
She tempted me
And now you see
Where we’re at.
She challenged me,
Said I couldn’t be free,
That there would be
No Christmas present for me
Unless I ran around the tree
And that’s when it went ker-splat.
It fainted dead away.
I don’t know what to say.
It fainted that way.
The power cord’s now frayed.
Yes, it happened today.
I blame the cat.
Yes, sparks flew,
There was a spark or two,
Arcing a translucent blue,
Singed the cat through and through.
No, I don’t know where she’s at.
So, those fainting Christmas trees,
Looks like they just can’t be
Left unattended, you see.
I think we can right the tree,
Set it up to be
Fully faint free
With no cat calamity
Without the cat.
Filed under 2021, photo, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker, Sunday silliness
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