The heavens are home /
to night’s turns of phrase and stars: /
love, mass, and light squared.
The heavens are home /
to night’s turns of phrase and stars: /
love, mass, and light squared.
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Open tapestry /
spinning forward the empty wheel /
time fulfilling yarn.
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Lear-ing
There once was a man named Lear /
who wrote in verse to make it clear /
that no matter what you say /
if you say it the right way /
even the sincere can come out with a leer.
[Editor’s note: This limerick is in honor of National Limerick Day, which was actually May 12th and Edward Lear, the 19th century English poet, author, illustrator known for popularizing the limerick form of poetry.]
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Do not think too much! /
Hobgoblins of reason feast /
on broken headstones.
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Drift in uncertain /
waters engulf all I am /
here tentatively.
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The man in the waders
by David E. Booker
The man in waders
met the woman in half.
When others saw them,
they thought they were daft.
They met at the creek,
down by the water’s edge.
It was a salvage operation
of the heart it is said.
She could not say
where her lower half went.
Like a little mermaid
she was half woman, half rent.
The relationship didn’t last.
Alas it is said,
the fact she had no bottom
went straight to his head.
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The weeds are at home /
nestled in the greening grass. /
Motley blooms my yard.
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The wind in the trees /
whistles the songs of near spring /
vibrating the buds
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Sunlight crusts the sky /
crimping red and orange hues /
to the mountains’ edges.
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Pick up a pitch fork and come pitch in.
Bring a rake — we’ll show where to begin.
Bring a wheelbarrow to move stuff around;
there are weeds to pull and mulch to lay down.
From 2 to 4 come down to ONK park.
We’ll work some, but not up to dark.
Stop by on Sunday with your pair of gloves
and show this little park a lot of love.
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