
Fear
Fear is a creeper. /
It eats the soil of your soul. /
and blooms as you die.
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Fear
Fear is a creeper. /
It eats the soil of your soul. /
and blooms as you die.
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#fear #creeper #soil #soul #blooms #die #poem #poetry #haiku #photo #davidebooker #september #tuesday #091322 #2022
The private eye disguise
In glasses and bushy brows,
With nose and funny mustache
Able to deceive the soused.
I am impersonating the author,
The teller of these tall tales
Of tarnish valor and unfair maidens
And life’s sordid travails.
It is hard to fake the writing
To sit here and make stuff up.
The computer stares at me blankly
Like an audience saying, “Never enough.”
I can’t take one more day,
Maybe not ever one more hour.
I’m looking for the clues,
But everything turns up sour.
The writer has disappeared,
The creator now uncreated.
And everything I try or do
Comes out jaded or simply dated.
I am the created cliche,
Left behind to hold this space.
O’ author come back to me
So my future won’t be erased.
091222

Filed under 2022, Monday morning writing joke, photo, poem, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker

Rare
Rare, the Moon’s backside /
now seen by you. NASA photo /
steals the stars’ view.
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#Moon #stars #rare #backside #NASA #photo #davidebooker #september #sunday #haiku #poem #poetry #091122 #2022
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Adorn
Death bends the flower, /
its brown shroud draped where life bloomed. /
Earth adorns its grave.
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#earth #death #flower #adorn #grave #shroud #bloomed #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #september #sunday #091122 #2022
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Boundary
Today’s boundary /
might be tomorrow’s pathway. /
In case, take a spoon.
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#spoon #boundary #pathway #today #tomorrow #humor #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #september #friday #090922 #2022

Pumpkins
Orange rounds herald fall. /
Volunteers grown in front yard. /
Evening sun accents.
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#evening #pumpkin #volunteers #sun #fall #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #september #thursday #090822 #2022

Tunashamed
Yes, I have been tunashamed.
They descended upon me like ranchers with mange.
They said stop eating that fish, you fool.
Beef’s the only golden rule.
A burger now, a meatloaf later.
Or you’ll be eating exotic gater.
A steak to the heart is the way to go.
This even a vampire knows.
An eye of round, a pound of chuck.
Such cuts of beef will bewitch your luck.
Tender as a filet mignon
Can warm your loins when the nights are long.
No deer, no rabbit, no pheasant will do
When you make a manly stew.
Yes, I have been tunashamed.
I wear the sticker; I can’t complain.
I must do my penance now,
So that later I can eat the cow.
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#satire #poem #rhyming #beef #tuna #shamed #tunashamed #borrowedohoto #davidebooker #september #thurdsday #090822
Filed under 2022, humor, photo, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker

Work
Leaves start falling, but /
flowers continue blooming, /
and bees build for spring.
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#build #flowers #leaves #bees #spring #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #work #oldnorthknoxville #park #davidebooker #september #wednesday #090722 #2022
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Welcome
Welcome fall, when rains /
turn summer trees upside down. /
Limbs take root in sky.
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#welcome #summer #fall #sky #root #rains #poem #photo #haiku #poetry #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #september #tuesday #090622 #2022
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Colors
Varied browns of fall /
replace your vibrant summer. /
I remember hues.
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#vibrant # summer #fall #hues #brown #colors #you #haiku #photo #poem #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #september #sunday #090522 #2022
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