Spores on my windshield. /
Pollen fairy dusts my car. /
Sneeze greets morning sun.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Spores”
Spores on my windshield. /
Pollen fairy dusts my car. /
Sneeze greets morning sun.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Haiku to you Thursday: “Moments now”
Love lives not in moments gone /
nor moments to come /
but in moments now.
[Editor’s note: This haiku is 7-5-5 instead of the more traditional 5-7-5 syllables per line arrangement.]
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Photo finish Friday: “Hippo-naughty-ic”
Dirty Dancing in the wild.
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.
–poem by David E. Booker
Filed under 2015, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
Haiku to you Thursday: “Shattered”
Seeing who I am /
frightens the monster within /
shattering myself.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
An unfortunate juxtaposition
The headline meaning is clear, or is it?
An unfortunate juxtaposition
It was an unfortunate juxtaposition
An editorially poor rendition
And a layout contradiction
Of the work being done that day.
The ladies were up in the air
Arms and legs wide without a care
And the photographer “froze” them there:
A fine photo some might say.
But a headline was then put in place
Above their wide-open pose embrace
Each with a smile upon her face
And things came out another way.
The headline read: “Let’s go, Beavers”
And for those who are “mis-perceivers”
The headline was an overachiever
Of the double entendre sort of sway.
Some members of the fourth estate
To this day cannot contemplate
How such a printing came to state
Something that put such a pun in play.
So let this be today’s object lesson
About laying out a front-page section
And how others can have a perception
Where you place things a certain way.
–poem by David E. Booker
Filed under 2015, poetry by author
Photo finish Friday: “Wedding dress”
An unlucky dress?
Wedding dress
Wedding dress, wedding dress beside the road
In a plastic bag, story untold.
Was it for a marriage gone terribly bad?
Or was the bride free and very glad?
Was it tossed out in spite and anger?
Discarded maybe after he strangled her?
Was she elated to see him go
And she tossed it out just for show?
The button on the bag said it was “EASY”
Was it really or was it simply sleazy?
The dress in question raises questions galore
Some answers we know, for others we want more.
Abandoned in a bag with a red button on the side.
Filed under 2015, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
Haiku to you Thursday: “Deferred”
Deferred dream awaits /
forgotten lover lurking /
lips pursed for your touch.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Monday morning writing joke: “Boo to you, too”
There once was a writer of fright /
who could make her readers stay up all night./
With a stroke and boo, /
boy, she could do it to you, too. /
Oh, for such chills and delights!
Filed under 2015, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Be gentle upon him
Be gentle upon him, whatever you do
For killing him outright, could leave you in a stew.
Then what will you do for the rest of the cruise?
Hide the body aboard and leave misleading clues?
Will you tell his friends, “Wait, he’s over there.”
Or strolling down the promenade without a care.
You’ll have to make up stories of where he might be
Which may keep you awake to a quarter past three.
And as you tell these stories of his life aboard the boat
Will you see his body out the window afloat?
Will he be smiling at you, his arm high in the air
waving you to join him, to promenade without a care?
And then oh then tell me what will you do
When he gives you the evil eye and thinks you’re a cutie too?
by David E. Booker
Filed under 2015, poetry by author, Random acts of poetry
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