There once was writer named Maxwell, /
Who wrote only about things factual. /
Imagination, he said, /
Was overrated and dead. /
Then he was eaten by a Pterodactyl.
Hunters stew
Deep in the forest, /
made with choice ingredients, /
Autumn Hunters Stew.
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Filed under 2015, 2021, haiku, parody, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker, Sunday silliness
Fairy house
Shells of the ocean /
formed as a house for fairies /
Young hands mold magic.
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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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100121
Filed under 2021, Halloween, photo, Poetry by David E. Booker
Harvest
Sweet yellow orbs fill /
Harvest of early autumn /
Fiery red sticks, too.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #writing #autumn #fall #harvest #tomato #pepper #oldnorthknoxville #photo #davidebooker
100418
Filed under 2018, 2021, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
Desiccation Hope
Desiccated leaves /
Fall murmurs through the breezes /
Hope, too, rides the air.
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#desiccated #hope #leaves #air #fall #breezes #haiku #photo #poem #poetry #davidebooker #knoxville #tennessee #october #2018
100318
Filed under 2018, 2021, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
Spring / fall
Spring flower, fall rain. /
Iris white, droplets bubble. /
Rebloom and return.
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Killer Bunnies of the Apocalypse
It’s the Killer Bunnies of the Apocalypse.
Death in their DNA got the slip.
Now they roam the countryside.
Wild, winged, and bent on genocide.
Beware! should you cross their path.
They travel in herds and will attack.
Munch and crunch and chew to the ground
all flora and fauna and toes that can be found.
There is but one way to tame these bunnies.
That is to roll them over and rub their tummies.
But you might not be able to get that near,
at least not until you’ve have a couple of beers.
These bunnies are fierce in their apocalyptic way,
but belly rubs and carrots could save the day.
100121
Filed under 2021, Halloween, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker, Silly Saturday
Corg
I am the Corgi. /
Resistance is but futile. /
Scratch me now, human.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #resistance #corgi #scratch #futile #oldnorthknoxville #photo #davidebooker #humor #october #saturday #2021
#100221
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker, Silly Saturday
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