All that is absurd /
falls. All that is not descends /
gracefully to rest.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “All that is…”
All that is absurd /
falls. All that is not descends /
gracefully to rest.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Answer”
After the answer /
came the question no one asked: /
are answers enough?
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Monday morning writing joke: “Slow go”
There once was a writer from Glasgow /
Whose writing was always a slow go. /
When turtles would mate /
He could write and relate; /
But for meeting deadlines he was always a no-show.
***
There was a writer who sent twenty different puns to his friends, with the hope that at least ten of the puns would make them laugh. No pun in ten did?!
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Highway”
Highway traffic churns: /
R-P-Ms, heat, wheel, anger. /
Asphalt is man’s hell.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Pseudonym”
There once was a party writer from Beijing /
Who couldn’t get published one thing. /
So, he took an American name /
And tried publishing all the same: /
Suddenly his words had a following.
***
Two cannibals are eating a comedy writer. One says to the other: “Does this taste funny to you?”
The other says: “No, and it doesn’t even taste like chicken.”
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Town”
Tiny Texas town /
clutching its two-lane necklace, /
and tattered church clothes.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Mingle”
There once was a woman from Paris /
Who fell in love with an American named Harris. /
Their love life was bilingual /
But their sports lives wouldn’t mingle: /
For each, football broke up their wedded bliss.
***
Two cows are standing next to each other in a field. Minnie says to Moo, “I was artificially inseminated this morning.”
“I don’t believe you,” says Moo.
“It’s true, no bull!” exclaims Minnie.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Unbound”
Mysteries deepened. /
New Horizons opened minds, /
unbound Pluto.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Sanity”
There once was a writer from France /
who worked too hard to have her chance. /
Living down by the Seine /
Her friends thought her deranged, /
when insane across the Seine she did dance.
***
A writer walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm and says, “A beer please, and one for the road.”
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Random act of poetry: “The ramparts”
I stand on the ramparts of tautology
Forever eschewing any hint of scatology.
But don’t ask me this fine day
To bind my obfuscations away.
For where o’ where would I be
If I could not in confidence convolute thee?
Oh, where o’ where, pray tell
Would my alliterations have place to dwell?
I am but a humble servant of words
Trundling through this world of the absurd.
A land of regret full of monsters who fete
On a mind that will now be quite quiet.
Filed under 2015, poetry by author, Random acts of poetry
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