The day sky fills with /
stormy wonder obscuring /
disconsolate sun.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Disconsolate sun”
The day sky fills with /
stormy wonder obscuring /
disconsolate sun.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Boast”
There once was a gossip columnist extraordinaire /
Who told stories that weren’t even there. /
If you called him a liar /
He’d only pile it on higher, /
Because he had a few lies to spare.
***
A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about an hour, the manager came out of the office and asked them to disperse. “But why,” they asked, as they moved. “Because,” he said, “I can’t stand chess-nuts boasting in an open foyer.”
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Random acts of poetry: “Mad thing”
My heart is a mad thing
A wild, racing mad thing
Touched by suns, a hundred abandoned suns,
Roiling, a caldron from hell,
Fueled by a heat no man can hold.
My heart is a mad thing
A thousand horses mad thing.
Queen Anne’s Lace trampled in its wake.
Flaring nostrils, wild eyes, driven by an Image
Of the passion that lies within.
My heart is a mad thing
A million scented mad thing.
Honey and cinnamon, skin and nectar.
Overwhelmed and overjoyed,
Drowning in a riot of aromas.
My heart is a mad thing
An eternity filled with mad things
Forgotten and unknown
Hidden there, just beneath the bone
This is how it was, how it all began.
How it should end, how I want it all to end.
My hand in yours, my lips on your skin.
And my heart on your soul
A mad thing, a wild racing mad thing.
–by David E. Booker
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Ragged moon”
The night sky fills with /
gossamer beauty opened /
by the ragged moon.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Scatology”
There once was a writer from Cincinnati /
whose prose was laced with profanity. /
Damn, shit, hell /
often started the tales he’d tell. /
Mom never let me reach their finality.
***
A wise person once said:
We all love to spend money buying new clothes but we never realize that the best moments in life are enjoyed without clothes.
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Random Act of Poetry: “White Wing Road”
White Wing Road
The road sometimes traveled.
I’ve been told
is a hard, hard road
to travel.
Take route 95,
it’s right before your eyes,
if you strive
and don’t prattle.
If you miss your turn —
cross the river of concern —
you might just learn
how to paddle.
When things go wrong,
ask for Wing O. Wang,
who will help you along
your channel.
O’ White Wing Road
I’ve been told
is a hard, hard road
to travel.
Take route 95,
it’s right before your eyes,
if you strive
and skedaddle.
–by David E. Booker
[Editor’s note: there is a road near where I live that is called White Wing Road. It is also known as route 95. It is a curvy road and it does cross a body of water.]
Haiku to you Thursday: “Decree”
Certainty is all! /
God has decreed this answer, /
Except to the quark.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “True details”
’Bots or lifeless souls. /
99 percent are fake. /
Send for true details.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Recycle”
There once was a writer from Spokane, /
Who knew not where his stories began. /
No matter how hard he’d fiddle — /
Even stating at the end or the middle; /
It’d all end up in the trash can.
***
Three lobbyists walked into a bar last night. The politicians were waiting.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Thursday”
It feels like Thursday. /
Beauty stepped into my life, /
Parted the humdrum.
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