Arrival
Busy are the bees: /
arriving, leaving, buzzing, /
feeding. Fall whispers.
.
.
#haiku #poem #poetry #arriving #leaving #buzzing #feeding #bees #fall #whispers #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #august #thursday #2021
Category Archives: 2021
Haiku and poem: “Patterns”
Patterns
“Wings,” said Icarus.
“Freedom,” offered Daedalus.
“Death,” decreed the Sun.
.
.
#haiku #poem #poetry #wings #freedom #death #Icarus #Daedalus #sun #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #august #wednesday #2021
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
Haiku and photo: “Evening”
Evening
Evening summer starts /
Sunlight shadows sunflowers. /
Cicadas sing dusk.
.
.
#poem #poetry #haiku #cicadas #summer #sunflower #evening #sunlight #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #august #monday #2021
Haiku and photo: “Leaf”
Leaf
Return to the Earth /
All that was once bright and green. /
Death nibbles at noon.
.
.
#haiku #poem #poetry #death #nibbles #noon #green #flower #bright #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #august #sunday #2021
Saturday silliness: “Unloose the Zeus”
Unloose the Zeus
upon these Olympic games.
Make room for his use;
to leave him out is our shame.
He’s the reason for the season,
be it winter or be it summer.
To ban him is but treason
and nothing short of a bummer.
Unloose the Zeus.
Do it now, I command.
And don your birthday suits,
play the games as originally planned.
Filed under 2016, 2021, humor, Poetry by David E. Booker, Saturday, Silly Saturday
Haiku to you Thursday: “Turn over”
Turn over
Cat looks up; you down. /
Ground is the sky is the ground. /
Stardust at your feet.
.
.
#haiku #poem #poetry #photo #stardust #feet #sky #ground #cat #you #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #August #thursday #2021
Haiku and photo: “Hanging”
Hanging
Some mornings don’t work. /
You try your best to succeed /
But you can’t hang on.
.
.
#haiku #senryu #poem #poetry #mornings #hangon #succeed #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #august #wednesday #2021
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer’s bucket”
The once was a writer with a bucket,
Who threw his drafts in it, because they “suck it.”
One day a thief came by
And with his bucket she did hie.
Now she has a bestseller. O’ the luck of it.
“The Glade”
The Glade
Yes, the irony /
Is clear to me /
How you define being brave. /
If it can be done /
With your gun, /
Then my life can’t be saved. /
But wear a mask /
A simple task /
And you holy rant and rave. /
Over your dead body, /
And this said hotly, /
You to the world vouchsafe. /
Your creed is clear. /
It is death you hold dear, /
A charging bull in the glade. /
For another’s life /
No sacrifice /
Can ever or today be made. /
Compassion has died, /
Empathy hied, /
But with your gun you’re brave. /
You’re cold, dead hands /
Stretch across this land, /
But there is nothing to save. /
That shot in your arm /
You feared would cause you harm, /
Has no hope for you today. /
You’re the Bull Without the Mask /
And your soul’s task /
Is to drive life forever from the glade.
080121
Filed under 2021, guns, poem, Poetry by David E. Booker, rhyming poetry
Haiku and photo: “Work day”
Work day
Bee has no time clock. /
Only sun, life, instinct, work. /
Grace in the effort.
.
.
#haiku #poem #poetry #bee #clock #grace #life #sun #instinct #work #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #photo #july #saturday #2021
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
Booker's Blog 