Deep in the forest /
a bird sings passionately /
the heart hunts alone.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Hunts alone”
Deep in the forest /
a bird sings passionately /
the heart hunts alone.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Good-bye”
The world will end when /
beauty ends and beauty ends /
when you say good-bye.
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Photo finish Friday: “Yo, yo”
Yo, dig my shades?
Yo, yo, I don’t know
but I’ve been told
mean ol’ homework
will rot my soul.
Yo, yo, I don’t know
but I’ve been told
mean ol’ chores
are an empty bowl.
Yo, yo, I don’t know
but I’ve been told
walkin’ to school
is hard on the sole.
Yo, yo, I don’t know
but so it goes
I done counted
and I have ten toes.
Yo, yo, I don’t know
and may never be told
when this silly rhyme
starts to get old.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Rack”
Young woman’s torn face /
droops from the magazine /
model off the rack.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Water snake”
Water snakes through grass /
seeps in messages of green /
tempts Winter’s long kiss.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Blossoms begin dark”
Blossoms begin dark – /
seeded in the deepest heart /
of soil, humans, and stars.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Present”
Mumbles and gift wrap – /
torn words and paper petals /
flower the cool floor. /
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Adorning”
Moonlight, winter songs /
candles flicker to voices /
adorning the night.
Young carolers in Old North Knoxville. The start of a new tradition.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “After a night”
After a night, love /
I hold the hope that you know /
how light hides secrets.
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Boxed in
by DAVID E. BOOKER
I will not put her in a box
I will not use one with a lock.
I will not bury her beneath the blocks
nor stuff her in the freezer with the lox.
I will not ship her far, far away.
I said I won’t, no, no not today.
But my patience is running thin
and should she try it, yet once again…
I will not be responsible for what I do.
My five-year-old could do it to you, too.
Return postage not included.
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