Undying love
by David E. Booker
Stolen flowers; stolen moments
Of these things I am a proponent.
Human heart upon a chair,
Fitting complement to your candy ’wear.
Office supplies, engraved utensils;
Box of dead chocolate, bundle of thistles.
Your preserved nipple tattooed o’er my heart.
It’s not a good one, but it’s a start.
So now I sit and wait, a zombie for your love
As I pluck the feathers of a very disgruntled dove.
A feather for your thoughts.
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Some dips are just beyond the well.
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The real mystery was how he managed to come up with that many characters to begin with.
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Baker’s Twine
by DAVID E. BOOKER
Baker’s twine, baker’s twine
Upon their heads we will dine
Like cake pops on a stick of spine
Wrapped and tied with Baker’s twine.
Baker’s twine, baker’s twine
Hanging there so refined
Sandwiches dangling by the twine
Without a brain, I make one mine.
Baker’s twine, baker’s twine
Upon a Sandwich I did dine
I ate it all, including the twine
Now I don’t feel quite feel so fine.
Some days you get the sandwich and some days the sandwich gets you.
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Sometimes the punch line comes when you least expect it.
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“The play’s the thing….”
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Women are from Hash tag; Men are from Asterisk.
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I wrote a response, but chickened out and didn’t send it.
I’m a writer and I don’t get no respect. Just yesterday I saw a review of my latest novel. The critic said: “This book will leave its marks on literature — like chicken pox.”
Couldn’t she have at least said, “small pox”?
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Feeling insipid today
by David E. Booker
Feeling insipid today.
Side pain won’t go away.
My workload’s here to stay.
Yes, feeling insipid today.
Co-worker asked me out
So she can just re-spot
The things this place is about
That only make me shout:
Feeling insipid today.
You’re a pain that won’t go away.
My work life should here stay.
Yes, feeling insipid today.
Her offer I did decline,
Being of a simple mind
That re-living this place confined
Is ridiculous beyond sublime.
Gallbladder must come out.
Sits under my liver and pouts,
Feels like it’s putting out grout.
The pain just makes me shout:
Feeling insipid today.
This pain in my side’s Grade A.
My gallbladder should go away.
Yes, feeling insipid today.
If one part of the body is enlightened, is all enlightened?
Of it, I’ll make a shrine.
Next to my Buddha you’ll find
Its new home in the brine
With spirituality refined:
I’ll feel less insipid that day
Surgery will have taken away
The pain that’s made me say:
“Yes, feeling insipid today.”
Vita absurd est
That’s just my best guess
About this entire mess
That I try to digest.
Work is rife with strife
My gallbladder has a new life
Due to a surgeon’s knife
And yet it won’t suffice:
Feeling insipid today
This pain won’t go away.
My overload’s here to stay.
Yes, feeling insipid today.
[Editor’s note: been feeling a bit under the weather these past few days, so have not been at the blog entry writing as much. I hope to feel better soon. And if wondering, it is not a gallbladder issue. A draft of this poem was written long before today. I was only thinking that for the one or two people who read and enjoy (or at least tolerate) my posts, I needed to post a piece of work of some sort.]
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