Fall beach
A beach of asphalt. /
Waves of fallen autumn leaves. /
Lingering shadows.
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Category Archives: 2021
“Butterfly”
Butterfly
When I see a butterfly,
I think of you.
Not because you flutter
And onto other flowers move.
No, you are more steady
Than that,
A Gardner’s steady
In a wide brimmed hat.
Turning the soil
And amending where needed
So the butterflies will come
To the flowers seeded.
They know not the beauty
Of your touch.
Only the beauty
Of summer’s flower rush.
I think of you
When I see butterflies,
Fluttering up and around
Reaching for the bright blue sky
Then swooping back to your prepared ground.
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For Beth
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“Window dressing”
Window dressing
Brown leaves on window, /
curled into an empty grip. /
Summer’s embrace gone.
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“Death becomes you”
Death becomes you
Death becomes you, my dear.
Let me hold your hand so our selfie is clear.
Get my bare bones, they show me the best.
All that flesh and muscle — begone all the rest.
I’ll wear my cap. You wear your smile.
Don’t worry about missing teeth. It’s been a while.
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Filed under 2021, photo, poem, poet, poetry, poetry by author, Poetry by David E. Booker
“Remains”
Remains
Dead sunflower head, /
ashtray for the shells left by those /
feasting on your life.
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“Place”
Place
Find your proper place /
Even if it’s out of place. /
A new beginning.
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“Weirdo anthem”
Weirdo anthem
I’m a weirdo, this I know /
Because the Blue Eagle tells me so. /
Up above the world so high /
Like a star that’s streaked you by. /
My little weirdness shines so bright /
All my neighbors can’t say good night. /
In fair or foul or stormy weather /
Friends may leave, but weirdos are forever.
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Filed under 2021, July 4th, photo, poem, poet, poetry, poetry by author, Poetry by David E. Booker
“Free floating radicals”
Free floating radicals
The clock floated free; /
the jack, the pawn, and the car /
left their roles behind.
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“Bringing”
Bringing
Sun said to Iris: /
“I bring forth a new Spring day. /
You bring forth new life.”
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“Shots fired”
Shots fired
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If my vagina fired rounds,
Deep, throaty, rattling sounds,
Bringing men to their knees and to the ground.
If my vagina fired rounds.
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At the range the other day,
Man sidled up, “Let’s play.”
He pulled out his little gun.
I fired mine and watched him run.
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If my vagina fired rounds,
Deep, provocative, throaty sounds,
Bringing men down to the ground.
If my vagina fired rounds.
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Cock the hammer and squeeze just right,
Feel the tension release its might.
Trigger quickens to the right touch
As do I, then I release so much.
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Listen ammosexuals, I aspire
To all the things you desire:
To live untrammeled by regulation,
Or laws that bind me to subjugation.
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If my vagina fired rounds,
Deep, provocative, throaty, sounds,
Bringing men to knees and ground.
Would my vagina then be profound?
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