Sparse and combed over, /
like a balding man’s attempt: /
brown grass awaits Spring.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Sparse”
Sparse and combed over, /
like a balding man’s attempt: /
brown grass awaits Spring.
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Silly Saturday: “Baker’s twine”
Baker’s Twine
by DAVID E. BOOKER
Baker’s twine, baker’s twine
Upon their heads we will dine
Like cake pops on a stick of spine
Wrapped and tied with Baker’s twine.
Baker’s twine, baker’s twine
Hanging there so refined
Sandwiches dangling by the twine
Without a brain, I make one mine.
Baker’s twine, baker’s twine
Upon a Sandwich I did dine
I ate it all, including the twine
Now I don’t feel quite feel so fine.
Some days you get the sandwich and some days the sandwich gets you.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Insinuating”
Green was once my love, /
pliable to the moment: /
Insinuating.
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Freeform Friday: Limerick: “That Sucks”
There once was a man of great flatulence,
who still manage to have quite a dalliance.
Though he gave a rousing toot,
she still managed her flag salute,
but was unsure which roused the smile on his countenance.
Might all depend on how you look at it.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Squiggles”
Squiggles through brown grass. /
Western sun blushes gray clouds. /
Wind ushers in chill.
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Some days I say
by David E. Booker
I stop on a bridge to admire
the ragged setting sun.
Clouded by days of rain
and a night of snow,
like me, it was
recovering.
A car passes and
college voices taunt me:
“Jump!”
Then a pickup truck
and an old, lone voice:
“Jump, motherfucker!”
and a cigarette butt
bounces off my shoulder.
What touches the body
touches the mind
and what touches the mind
touches the world.
I was ill and then I saw illness.
Some days I say, “Stop the madness.”
Then I realize I am the madness…
…of one glorious sunset
and a thousand broken souls:
admirer of one,
curse of the other,
and my heart is often
not large enough
for either one.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Distant bell”
The distant bell sings;
its song peels away the hours:
dream by dream by dream.
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Sunday silliness: “Feeling insipid today”
Feeling insipid today
by David E. Booker
Feeling insipid today.
Side pain won’t go away.
My workload’s here to stay.
Yes, feeling insipid today.
Co-worker asked me out
So she can just re-spot
The things this place is about
That only make me shout:
Feeling insipid today.
You’re a pain that won’t go away.
My work life should here stay.
Yes, feeling insipid today.
Her offer I did decline,
Being of a simple mind
That re-living this place confined
Is ridiculous beyond sublime.
Gallbladder must come out.
Sits under my liver and pouts,
Feels like it’s putting out grout.
The pain just makes me shout:
Feeling insipid today.
This pain in my side’s Grade A.
My gallbladder should go away.
Yes, feeling insipid today.
If one part of the body is enlightened, is all enlightened?
Of it, I’ll make a shrine.
Next to my Buddha you’ll find
Its new home in the brine
With spirituality refined:
I’ll feel less insipid that day
Surgery will have taken away
The pain that’s made me say:
“Yes, feeling insipid today.”
Vita absurd est
That’s just my best guess
About this entire mess
That I try to digest.
Work is rife with strife
My gallbladder has a new life
Due to a surgeon’s knife
And yet it won’t suffice:
Feeling insipid today
This pain won’t go away.
My overload’s here to stay.
Yes, feeling insipid today.
[Editor’s note: been feeling a bit under the weather these past few days, so have not been at the blog entry writing as much. I hope to feel better soon. And if wondering, it is not a gallbladder issue. A draft of this poem was written long before today. I was only thinking that for the one or two people who read and enjoy (or at least tolerate) my posts, I needed to post a piece of work of some sort.]
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Haiku to you, two, Thursday: “Light drips”
The sun flows beyond
the horizon and the day’s
light drips into dreams.
[Editor’s note: In rereading, several times, this haiku, I decided it needed a little tweaking. The tweaking eventually became changing the positions of two words: “flows” and “drips.” Even if you don’t agree with the change, you can see how the repositioning of two words in the poem changes the imagery in it.]
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Sun drips”
The sun drips beyond
the horizon and the day’s
light flows into dreams.
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