Yell me your truth words. /
My ears already bloody /
from revelation.
Yell me your truth words. /
My ears already bloody /
from revelation.
Filed under 2016, Photo by Beth Booker, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
Lass from Killarney
There once was a lass from Killarney /
who found a frog prince full of blarney. /
“Kiss me, here,” he did say, /
“and we’ll be joined this fine day.” /
She did and she found him quite horny.
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Filed under 2016, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
Gloriously tasty teeth
Oh, those teeth, those gloriously tasty teeth
I chew and swallow because my tummy’s hollow
and I feel a sense of release.
Oh, those gloriously tasty teeth.
My Mom says they’re only Smarties
a candy sweet and yummy hardy.
But my front teeth are swallowed and gone
going where my food and Smarties belong.
They taste sweet from my head to my feet.
Oh, the taste of my teeth can’t be beat.
Oh, those teeth, those gloriously tasty teeth
I chew and swallow because my tummy’s hollow
and I feel a sense of release.
Oh, those gloriously tasty teeth.
–by David E. Booker
Filed under 2016, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
Duck, duck, goose
trouble’s on the loose.
From Canada they came;
some honk like it’s a shame.
They’re looking for your bread.
They’ll take your buns instead.
Duck, duck goose
trouble’s on the loose.
You may stop and think —
but, yes, it’s going to stink.
And down at the Fellini,
they may even take your panini.
Filed under 2016, Photo Finish Friday

Sometimes you have to look up to begin to see the beauty all around you.
Filed under 2016, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
Filed under 2016, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
Bridge, river, and sky: /
gray to blue to promises /
of new adventure.
Filed under 2016, long sentence, Photo Finish Friday