
Garden
Garden objet d’art /
Among the flowers of Spring /
Man’s discards reborn.

Garden
Garden objet d’art /
Among the flowers of Spring /
Man’s discards reborn.

Bringing
Sun said to Iris: /
“I bring forth a new Spring day. /
You bring forth new life.”
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Now
We now return you /
To your regularly scheduled lies. /
The stupid returns.
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Filed under 2021, haiku, Photo Finish Friday, Poetry by David E. Booker, TV show

Sharing
One squirrel in the ring. /
Another squirrel waits and wants. /
Sunlight and bird seed.
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It’s no picnic in the Ant Nebula! About 3,000 light years from Earth, this Sun-like star is in the late stages of life.
Filed under 2021, astronomy, photo, Photo Finish Friday

Spring
Spring begins gray, /
Bleary eyes crusted with tears, /
Yawning into sun.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #spring #eyes #tears #crusted #yawning #photooftheday #poemoftheday #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #knoxville #tennessee #february #friday #2021

Supply lines
Watches and warnings: /
Snowpocalypse approaching. /
An inch from the end.
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#january #tuesday #snowpocalypse #2019 #haiku #poem #poet #poetry #writing #writer #snow #watches #warnings #inch #end #photo #humor #davidebooker
Filed under 2019, haiku, humor and haiku, Photo Finish Friday, Poetry by David E. Booker

Let us
Let us ride balloons: /
Up to the heavens and moons. /
Light as grace and stars.
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All is calm, all is bright. /
Tree is up and full of light. /
Blinded my neighbor across the street. /
His retinas are fried like old, dried meat. /
Santa, come and visit me soon. /
This tree’s so bright, it’s an envy of the moon. /
I’ve been good, the best I’ve been yet. /
I only have one or two things I regret. /
The body in the basement, well that doesn’t count. /
She ticked me off with her bouncy flounce. /
And that man in the meat locker, he was frigid to me. /
Said I had COVID. Now how can that be? /
No, Santa, I have been very very good. /
My tree is bright. My wants be as they should. /
All is calm, all is bright /
Unless you pass me by on this special night.

Filed under 2020, Photo Finish Friday, Poetry by David E. Booker