
Donut Do not
Raccoon’s arrival. /
Donut know he’s being watched. /
Sweet Spring on a string.
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#poem #haiku #davidebooker #poet #writing #writer #may #2019 #sunday #raccoon #donut #spring #sweet

Donut Do not
Raccoon’s arrival. /
Donut know he’s being watched. /
Sweet Spring on a string.
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#poem #haiku #davidebooker #poet #writing #writer #may #2019 #sunday #raccoon #donut #spring #sweet

Chocolate
At the finish line /
There should be brownies. Always. /
Angels aren’t enough.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #brownies #chocolate #angels #finishline #photooftheday #poemoftheday #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #may #saturday #2021
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker, Silly Saturday

Yearning
Earth’s Moon hanging high /
bright light in the cold night sky /
we, in yearning, try.
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#moon #haiku #poem #poetry #yearning #friday #may #2020 #davidebooker #nightphotography
Filed under 2020, haiku, photo, Poetry by David E. Booker

I don’t know who is showing the most hip, but I can guess who is being the most cheeky in this photo.
Is this a drunken, African version of the Running of the Bulls? The Hightailing Away from the Hippopotamus? Or would that be Hippopotami?
Oh my
the hippopotami
have come to try
and drive me away.
I undressed
to my birthday best
to take my rest
on a hot day.
I did not know
it was no place to go
that I could not show
my full display.
I have caused unrest
put nature to the test
because I undressed
and tried to stay.
One big old brute
did not like my birthday suit
so I gave him the salute
and he huffed my way.
With no pants
I had little chance
to make a stance
or have my say.
I now must leave
but please don’t grieve
and don’t yet believe
I am human filet.
Filed under 2021, photo, Photo Finish Friday, Poetry by David E. Booker

Purple Iris
Petals up and down /
Shining in the sun’s pleasure /
Bright beard on curled tongue.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #may #tuesday #2020 #iris #davidebooker #photo #beard #flower #sun #pedals #purple #oldnorthknoxville #knoxville #tennessee
Filed under 2020, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker

Annual physical
I did five holes-in, /
pokes-in, turned my arms about. /
Blood hard to get out.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #blood #poke #arms #doctor #test #physical #davidebooker #photooftheday #poemoftheday #april #friday #2021
Filed under 2021, photo, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker

Possum handling
Possum in my hands /
Baby in the morning sun /
Embracing nature.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #writing #writer #possum #hands #baby #sun #nature #embrace #davidebooker #april #monday #2020 #oldnorthknoxville #knoxville #tennessee #gloves
Filed under 2020, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker

Active
Active head rest /
Surely, the car makes a jest. /
I laugh as air bag crests.
Filed under 2018, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker

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

COVET-19 Blues
The feeling that you get,
When someone you know is let
In line in front of you.
You are not a high risk dame
Or a gunsel of the same,
But it is a crime and shame, true.
You want to get the stick,
Feel the vaccine do its trick
And tell the virus, “Screw you.”
You’ve waited patiently,
A patient you don’t want to be —
It is worse than the flu.
Then this feeling you get — mean,
Some call it COVET-19,
Because a friend beat you through.
Hey, we’re of the same young age.
We ain’t old enough to be a sage—
So screw you, too.
You say it when no one’s there.
It’s a feeling that you dare not share,
This COVET-19 Blues.
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#poem #poetry #covid_19 #covet_19 #blues #flu #high_risk #coronavirus #shot #vaccine
Filed under 2021, photo, poem, Poetry by David E. Booker, Uncategorized