Broom in the corner; /
cobwebs cling to the handle. /
Spring cleaning begins.
Broom in the corner; /
cobwebs cling to the handle. /
Spring cleaning begins.
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Blooms in Spring’s desires. /
Companion to construction. /
Scent not of flowers.
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Away and away /
flies the moments of our past. /
Still — my heart remains.
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Is the sun for us /
or are we merely its guests /
at a feast of light?
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
There once was a light in town
that folks just couldn’t get around.
Red, yellow, and also green:
all colors could be seen.
It glowed all day and night —
strong was the town’s light plight.
They couldn’t get anywhere
with that light hanging in the air.
Stuck at a standstill they were;
no thought or action could occur.
Nobody knew what to expect
or which color light to select.
Green meant they should go,
yellow meant I don’t know,
And red meant do no more,
keep your brake down to the floor.
So there were wrecks and bottlenecks
and people who couldn’t trek.
The town was in full mess.
What to do was anyone’s guess.
Then one day in the dead of night
with hoods on to block the light
people stumbled and bumbled around
until they cut the light Hydra down.
They hung it in the town museum
where folks now can come and see them:
all three bright lights —
glowing both day and night.
But they attached a timer switch
so even those caught in its twitch
have a chance to get away
on this, April Fool’s Day.
So, if you ever come to town
and feel life has you down,
go where others have already gone
and watch the lights shine on and on.
–photo and poem by David E. Booker
Filed under 2016, photo by David E. Booker, poetry by author
If the stars touch me, /
I will be as one with them /
as I am with you.
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
In the Neighborhood
Spring brings many things:
Alarm sales and fresh-meat men peddling,
Spores flowing as if there will be no more,
Ice cream from a truck whose music rings
As if the end of days will wend
Up and down the streets
Maniacal notes vibrating from the new leaves and petals
As the sun runs undone —
A child on a bike just pedaling to have fun.
–David E. Booker
Filed under 2016, poetry by author
Yell me your truth words. /
My ears already bloody /
from revelation.
Filed under 2016, Photo by Beth Booker, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
Spring sun hides in air. /
Leaves curled in Winter’s cold sleep. /
Love ends in flowers.
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, 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