There once was a man so wise /
he read a book on disguise. /
And to this very day /
when he wants to slip away /
glasses and a mustache he applies. /
Category Archives: poetry by author
Monday morning writing joke: “Fool errand”
Filed under 2018, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Photo finish Friday (and haiku): “Bumblebee”
Summer bumblebee /
exploring the cone flower, /
your fall is unknown.
Haiku to you Thursday (and photo): “Gold heart”
My heart in my hands /
Golden against gritty palms /
Each soft beat your name.
Filed under 2018, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Monday morning writing joke: “Acknowledgements”
There once was writer of acknowledgements /
Who was in a pickle over compliments. /
To make them clear and sincere /
And not sound in arrears /
Or as if she were paying emoluments.
Filed under 2018, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
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
Haiku to you Thursday (and photo): “Clouds”
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
Monday morning writing joke: “F-bomb”
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.
Haiku to you Thursday (and photo): “Falling”
Those who saw you fall /
might never have known you /
then they saw your tears.
Filed under 2018, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Monday morning writing joke: “A Man of Subtle fun”
There once was man of subtle fun /
Who tried to make puns on the run /
But his display of verbal wit /
Didn’t go over for shit /
And left people mindless minus one.
Filed under 2018, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
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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