Flapjacks
Flapjacks, rising stack, /
Griddled on an old stove top. /
Winter day sizzle.
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Filed under haiku, Photo by Beth Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
Some days are toothpicks. /
Some days are tapioca. /
Some days they collide.
Yesteryear or now /
Wind driven or motorized /
Welcome to your home.
Filed under 2019, Photo by Beth Booker, Photo Finish Friday
Some signs and portents /
flower in common places /
where norms are ignored.
Filed under 2018, Photo by Beth Booker, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
All my friends are clouds /
Scuttling across the sky /
Whispering thunder.
Filed under 2018, Haiku to You Thursday, Photo by Beth Booker, poetry by author
There once was a purveyor of F-bombs /
Who dropped them like words of a psalm. /
One day on a streak /
He went well passed his peak /
Now his voice squeaks with lavender charm.
It is not a nut. /
It is a legume, you say. /
I say, It’s a truck.
Filed under 2018, Haiku to You Thursday, Photo by Beth Booker, poetry by author
Hurray for those who /
lift their voices and their signs. /
Behold a new Day.
Rain will not dampen /
nor NRA lies decide /
the truth, nor the youth.
Breathe deep or buy a gift certificate before entering.
Filed under Photo by Beth Booker, Photo Finish Friday
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