All embracing — /
flowers, raindrops, light gone wild — /
wonder fills the day.
All embracing — /
flowers, raindrops, light gone wild — /
wonder fills the day.
by DAVID E. BOOKER
Said the lama to the llama,
“I know not where ewe stands.”
Said the lama to the llama,
“To know would be rather grand.”
Said the lama to the llama
As they stood under the ewe tree,
Said the lama to the llama,
“O’ beast, can’t you tell me?”
Said the lama to the llama,
“You’re not like the little ewe.”
Said the lama to the llama,
“I could tell her what to do.”
Said the lama to the llama,
“Won’t you please enlighten me?”
Said the lama to the llama,
“To enlighten is to set free.”
Said the lama to the llama,
“Just one simple, single sign.”
Said the lama to the llama,
“One little sign would be just fine.”
Said the lama to the llama,
“Oh why, oh why, oh why?”
Said the lama to the llama,
“My patience you do try.”
Said the lama to the llama,
“I want an answer now!”
Said the lama to the llama,
“I should have brought a cow.”
Said the lama to the llama
After the llama spit in his eye,
Said the lama to the lama,
“I guess this means good-bye.”
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Ideology /
will save the world from itself /
and such is its shame.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Skyward, thunder jests /
a voice beyond placating /
rain and tears collide.
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Fog and night entwined;/
weavers obscuring the light./
Patchworked day unfolds.
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Night kisses my lips. /
Day whispers in my tired ear. /
Must I leave you now?
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
There once was a woman named Joy.
All her neighbors she did nothing be annoy.
Such a termagant!
Her hours were always spent
Haranguing all who came into her employ.
Filed under limerick, poetry by author
Morning parts with rain: /
wet into dry, past from now, /
life touched and not touched.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Her eyes saw wonder, /
a world defiant of his. /
His beheld sadness.
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