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Freeform Friday: “Stroke of Genius”

Stroke of Genius

by David E. Booker

O’ gods of justice and of light
Pause to consider this poor man’s plight.
He stands erect, with chain saw there
In place left best for underwear.

He yanks the cord with all his might
Hoping to overcome his limpid plight.
The motor chuffs; the man’s abrupt
Wondering loudly why nature interrupts.

He tugs and tugs and tugs once more
Imploring the gods: implore, implore.
Sweat from his face is running down
And he wants to toss saw to the ground.

Yet, one final time he assails his plight,
Stroking and stroking with all his might.
The engine coughs and sputters to life
Then its biting causes him new strife.

Putting something sharp where he ought not to.

Putting something sharp where he ought not to.

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Freeform Friday: Americana

Pig on a porch swing

Pig on a porch swing

Pig in a Porch

by David E. Booker

Pig on a porch swing
sittin’ by the road.
One day waved
at a passing toad.
Toad wheeled around
to give the pig heck
when the pig pulled out
a menu and a pet.
The toad saw the pig
had a frog on a string,
which to him was
the oddest of all things.
I’ll free that frog
if it takes all day.
the toad said to himself
when asked the pig to play.
Pig on a porch swing
sittin’ by the road.
One day waved
at a passing toad.
Toad wheeled around
to give the pig heck
when the pig pulled out
a menu and a pet.
The toad saw the pig
had a frog on a string,
which to him was
the oddest of things.
I’ll free that frog
if it takes all day.
the toad said to himself,
then he asked the pig to play.
The pig said, “Sure
Whatcha have in mind?”
The toad said, “Sit Still.
It’s a favorite of mine.”
So the pig sat still
Well into the night
Which was all well and good
And to the Toad’s great delight.
So, to this very day
Should you pass by his swing
You’ll find our intrepid pig
Is still doing the statue thing.

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Food for literary thought

Philip Pullman

Phillip Pullman

“After nourishment, shelter and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world.”

–Philip Pullman

http://www.philip-pullman.com/

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Freeform Friday: Limerick: “That Sucks”

There once was a man of great flatulence,
who still manage to have quite a dalliance.
Though he gave a rousing toot,
she still managed her flag salute,
but was unsure which roused the smile on his countenance.

Might depend on how you look at it.

Might all depend on how you look at it.

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Freeform Friday: A Christmas photo or two

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House in my neighborhood, Old North Knoxville, decorated and lighted for Christmas

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Lighted archway and walkway in Old North Knoxville. Decorated for the holidays.

These are a couple of photos in my neighborhood decorated for the Christmas Season.

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Freeform Friday: “Bah … Festival”

Bah … Festival

http://imgur.com/H4xYX

[Poet’s note: My poetic response below is to the message in the link above.]

Happy festival of planets and stars
of magic men that travel from afar
of little people who slave all night
in the cold so someone else can take flight.
Happy festival of growing debt
of presents you don’t want or haven’t seen yet
of holiday cheer without smiles
of jammed parking lots and lines for miles.

Yes, Merry Christmas to you and yours,
attending parties that feel like chores.
Yes, Merry Christmas and presents, too,
and the tree that lights: red, green, and blue.
You say, “Merry Christmas is all I’ll hear,
and please don’t feel less of any good cheer.
Kwanzaa and Hanukkah, well they’re just fine.
You have yours and I’ll have mine.”

So in this season of brotherly love,
of peace, good will, and stuff from above,
when a big fat man dressed all in red
driving flying reindeer and a toy-laden sled
slides down your chimney in the middle of the night,
even if you don’t have any, though you just might,
coming at the moment when your dreams are strong
and hope has it greatest chance to belong,
I hope you have a Merry Christmas without dread
and don’t let Happy Holidays play with your head.
For if you do and you then let it stew
your heart will miss out of the headiest of brews.

Have a ho-ho-ho-whole lot of fun this holiday season.

Have a ho-ho-ho-whole lot of fun this Holiday Season.

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Freeform Friday: “And they call the wind Oh-My-Oh”

Cartoon of Angry White Guy

Superstorm Sandy was not the only ill wind to blow ashore this recent election season.

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Freeform Friday: “At home with a good book”

I wanna go home
where the buffalo roam
all about the loam,
and the troll and the gnome
eat crumpets from a comb
and the strumpets of Rome
read erotica from a tome
and wait for you at home
where the fun’s allowed to roam
wild as strumpets on a comb
and crumpets on the loam
and buffalo with a tome
thundering about the streets of Rome.
I wanna go home.

Book of erotic poetry

“…strumpets read erotica from a tome….”

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Freeform Friday: limerick. “The chairs”

There once was a man from Bengal
who met a woman through a business phone call.
They arranged to meet;
she was soon sitting on his seat
because his chairs had been part of her recall.

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Freeform Friday: “Lightheaded”

I feel lightheaded
The things I’ve dreaded
have floated away.
I see the stars
but not the cars
I’m too far away.
The lines are bleary
between countries, but surely
they’re still there.
But from where I sit
this is just not it
for me to care.
The heavens beyond me
Inspire a song from me
but who would listen?
The earth recedes
and all my needs
I’m no longer missing.
Into the long night
my hope takes flight
and the stars do glisten.
All systems are go
I’m going with the flow
and forgetting my plight.
Though I have no air
I do not care.
I do not put up a fight.
The ellipse of my orbit
will allow me to see more of it
of this … of this good night.

Astronaut in space

The heavens beyond me….

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