
Stalk
The rose does not bloom. /
The morning glory entwines, /
blooms on borrowed stalk.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #rose #vine #morningglory #blooms #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #september #saturday #2021
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Stalk
The rose does not bloom. /
The morning glory entwines, /
blooms on borrowed stalk.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #rose #vine #morningglory #blooms #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #september #saturday #2021
091121
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker

Jim’s
Canvas reveals world /
From six decades in the past. /
Pigment dreams of Jim’s.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #pigment #canvas #painting #photo #oldnorthknoxville #painting #September
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Filed under 2018, 2021, haiku, painting, photo, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker

Imagine, if you will…
Imagine, if you will,
A people so shrill,
They scream for their rights,
But are ready to kill.
Responsibility — not theirs
And they have no cares,
Except to fight,
When asked to community share.
To wear a simple mask
Is an onerous task,
And with all their might,
Many refused to get vaxxed.
They have their excuses
Or claim it’s all ruses.
It’s all government oversight
Or power abuses.
The hospitals are clogged,
And the cases are logged,
“Unvaccinated flight”
Leaves healthcare workers agog.
Now children are dying,
But GOP politicians are crying.
They say their dead right
To stop even trying.
Go get some invermectin,
Or your grandma’s canning pectin.
Take it tonight to fight
Left-wing insurrection.
It will rid you of parasites
And any sense of the real right,
Like civil responsibility,
To all lives: one and many.
090721
Filed under 2021, photo, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker, political humor, politicians

Windows
Wind eye to window. /
Open, closed, and shaded. /
Port to portal peek.
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#wind #eye #window #port #portal #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #photo #september #monday #2021
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Here, gone
Rain drops fill buckets. /
Memories fill lifetimes. /
Here, gone, nourishing.
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#rain #buckets #memories #lifetimes #gone #nourishing #haiku #poem #poetry #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #september #sunday #2021
099521
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker

Hurricane rain
Her hurricane rain: /
Tattered, battered, liquid skirt. /
Dignity falling.
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#hurricane #rain #skirt #dignity #falling #poem #poetry #haiku #photo #davidebooker #knoxville #tennessee #august #2021
090421
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker

Know-where
Nowhere, you know me /
Alone in your majesty. /
Find you and you me.
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Filed under 2021, haiku, Poetry by David E. Booker
Filed under 2021, Monday morning writing joke

Eating
Aliens ate light. /
Time travels to the missing. /
Flowers in the sun.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #sun #flower #sunflower #timetravel #aliens #light #ate #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #august #friday #2021