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Category Archives: Photo Finish Friday
Photo finish Friday: “Creek Crew”
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Saturday Nine to Noon. /
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Photo finish Friday: “Interpretation”
Filed under 2019, Photo Finish Friday
Photo finish (and poem) Friday: “Rain”
As I sit out in the rain /
Pondering life all the same /
A pond appeared across the way /
Growing larger and larger throughout the day /
Until the time when night fell /
And I could not tell land from water very well. /
But as the sun rose, I will vouchsafe, /
It’s no fun being in a watery grave.
Filed under 2019, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
Photo finish Friday (and haiku): “Exhausted”
The man on the bus /
Urges me to “Keep it up!” /
But he’s exhausted.
Filed under 2019, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
Photo finish Friday (and haiku): “Flush of Success”
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
Photo finish Friday (and haiku): “Loser’s Hand-me-downs”
Women are trouble: /
Men are Loser’s Hand-me-downs; /
Death smiles so sweetly.
Photo finish Friday (and haiku): “Bumblebee”
Summer bumblebee /
exploring the cone flower, /
your fall is unknown.
Photo finish Friday (and haiku): “Mobile home”
Homemade mobile home /
Old truck and dreams unbound /
Rust winks at all hopes.
Filed under 2018, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
Photo finish Friday (and poem): “The Con Job”
THE CON JOB
the ground war began today
at dawn
in a desert land
far from here.
the U.S. ground troops were
largely
made up of
Blacks, Mexicans and poor
whites
most of whom had joined
the military
because it was the only job
they could find.
the ground war began today
at dawn
in a desert land
far from here
and the Blacks, Mexicans
and poor whites
were sent there
to fight and win
as on tv
and on the radio
the fat white rich newscasters
first told us all about
it
and then the fat rich white
analysts
told us
why
again
and again
and again
on almost every
tv and radio station
almost every minute
day and night
because
the Blacks, Mexicans
and poor whites
were sent there
to fight and win
at dawn
in a desert land
far enough away from
here.
—Charles Bukowski
Filed under 2018, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
Photo finish Friday (and poem): “I whispered bye to you”
I whispered bye to you today. /
Cancer overflowing in you /
Aggressive as the tears from my eyes. /
There was nothing good in the parting /
Except the end of your pain.
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