
Nimbus
Ice crystal contrail; /
jet cruises several miles up: /
all souls nimbused.
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Tall tale
The gravedigger says, /
As his needling wife’s unearthed, /
“It’s all a big yarn.”
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Filed under 2019, humor, photo, poem, poet, poetry, poetry by author, Poetry by David E. Booker

Oh, Geezerdom
Oh, geezerdom; oh, geezerdom,
When will the angels come?
Will the come in a van
Like a Wal-Mart clan.
Playing games in the parking lot
With the souls they have got?
Or will they come in a box
A mix that Betty Crocker talks
You through how to bake
Take the ingredients and shake
Them all together to make
Food for the angels’ sakes?
Oh, geezerdom; oh, geezerdom
When will the angels come?
I’m not sure that I know
If I’m yet ready to go
To rise fast of sink slow
To wherever the afterlife might exist.
Am I on the heavenly list?
Am I an ingredient
In a cake expedient
To be lifted to heaven to come
Or left as parking lot crumbs.
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Recipe
Recipe and hands, /
ingredients and oven, /
turn time into bread.
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On the road
On the road to spring, /
the iris and the rose met /
after a May rain.
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Pilgrims
Nature’s first pilgrims, /
flowing along each Iris,
raindrops find no homes.
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