Color
The daffodils and /
orchid bloom in the window. /
Light stained with color.
Thieves
A thousand thieves may /
rip the jonquils from the ground /
but they can’t steal Spring.
Colors
Colors of winter. /
Snow and holy berries, /
Grace within the cold.
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Filed under 2018, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
There once was a writer from Saskatchewan /
Who wasn’t sure he could still catch one /
He gave a good chase /
In a world of bodice and lace /
But his writing, like his love life, had come undone.
Filed under 2018, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Time, once again (though it has been a while), for New words to live by. This is a word or phrase not currently in use in the U.S. English lexicon, but might need to be considered. Other words, such as obsurd, crumpify, subsus, flib, congressed, tantrumony, and others, can be found by clicking on the tags below. Today’s New Word is created by taking two nouns and creating a new word. In this instance, the new word does not borrow from the names of the old words, but from their definitions.Without further waiting here is the new word: clusterphobia.
OLD WORDS
Claustrophobia, n. An abnormal fear of being in
enclosed or narrow places.
Cluster, n. A group of persons or thing close together.
NEW WORD
Clusterphobia, n. Too many people or things gathered in too close or small a space eliciting a fear bordering on abnormal.
Adjective version: clusterphobic.
Used in a sentence: Donnie was afflicted by clusterphobia. He had too many people too close by who knew too much more than he did and he couldn’t stand it, so he fired them.
Most recent new word: tantrumony.
Filed under 2018, new word, New words to live by
Filed under 2018, Sunday silliness
Old, abandoned trunk /
Life is not always as it seems /
Damaged, distant dreams.
There once was a woman from Tangier /
Who had a wolf on her head, it appears. /
It would not go away /
Not even on Thanksgiving Day. /
He said, “By Christmas, I’ll have eaten you, my dear.”
Filed under 2018, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
First brother digs around and pulls out all sorts of material from the storage area: “Bro, you want this pamphlet?”
Second brother: “Brochure.”
Later two women come across a stack of the pamphlets and brochures scattered on the floor.
“Look at this mess those two brothers left.” Pam reaches done to pick up some of the mess, but then pulls back up and grabs at her lower back.
Julie: “Pamphlet me get those.”
Filed under 2018, Monday morning writing joke
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