The first day of Spring /
and temperatures Fall in /
gentle confusion.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Gentle confusion”
The first day of Spring /
and temperatures Fall in /
gentle confusion.
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Silly Saturday: spur of the moment haiku: “first rule”
I broke my first rule /
when I tweeted you. That first /
step is the big one.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Brook”
Brook sings to the sky /
a billion droplets ring out /
its mouth never closed.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Night”
Night: absent of light /
beauty born through negative /
into stark contrast.
Beauty in contrast
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Drive by”
I watched you drive by /
yours eyes — once on me — forward /
the road your lover.
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Freeform Friday: “Stroke of Genius”
Stroke of Genius
by David E. Booker
O’ gods of justice and of light
Pause to consider this poor man’s plight.
He stands erect, with chain saw there
In place left best for underwear.
He yanks the cord with all his might
Hoping to overcome his limpid plight.
The motor chuffs; the man’s abrupt
Wondering loudly why nature interrupts.
He tugs and tugs and tugs once more
Imploring the gods: implore, implore.
Sweat from his face is running down
And he wants to toss saw to the ground.
Yet, one final time he assails his plight,
Stroking and stroking with all his might.
The engine coughs and sputters to life
Then its biting causes him new strife.
Putting something sharp where he ought not to.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “scraps”
scraps of the morning /
tired moon, tart breeze, hollowed dreams /
a mirror’s blurred face.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Flower”
Hope is a flower /
blooming in those rare moments, /
filling quiet needs.
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Zombies and Valentine’s Day
Undying love
by David E. Booker
Stolen flowers; stolen moments
Of these things I am a proponent.
Human heart upon a chair,
Fitting complement to your candy ’wear.
Office supplies, engraved utensils;
Box of dead chocolate, bundle of thistles.
Your preserved nipple tattooed o’er my heart.
It’s not a good one, but it’s a start.
So now I sit and wait, a zombie for your love
As I pluck the feathers of a very disgruntled dove.
A feather for your thoughts.
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Freeform Friday: Americana
Pig on a porch swing
Pig in a Porch
by David E. Booker
Pig on a porch swing
sittin’ by the road.
One day waved
at a passing toad.
Toad wheeled around
to give the pig heck
when the pig pulled out
a menu and a pet.
The toad saw the pig
had a frog on a string,
which to him was
the oddest of all things.
I’ll free that frog
if it takes all day.
the toad said to himself
when asked the pig to play.
Pig on a porch swing
sittin’ by the road.
One day waved
at a passing toad.
Toad wheeled around
to give the pig heck
when the pig pulled out
a menu and a pet.
The toad saw the pig
had a frog on a string,
which to him was
the oddest of things.
I’ll free that frog
if it takes all day.
the toad said to himself,
then he asked the pig to play.
The pig said, “Sure
Whatcha have in mind?”
The toad said, “Sit Still.
It’s a favorite of mine.”
So the pig sat still
Well into the night
Which was all well and good
And to the Toad’s great delight.
So, to this very day
Should you pass by his swing
You’ll find our intrepid pig
Is still doing the statue thing.
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