
Monsters
Monsters are due soon, /
Breaking promises in two: /
Trick or Treat, amen.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #halloween #oldnorthknoxville #writing #monster #writer #poet #trickortreat #101318

Monsters
Monsters are due soon, /
Breaking promises in two: /
Trick or Treat, amen.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #halloween #oldnorthknoxville #writing #monster #writer #poet #trickortreat #101318

Oh, my balls…
Oh, my balls are a tangled mess /
Clattered together like a car wreck compress. /
Oh, my balls are twisted tight. /
Not really painful, but oh, what a sight. /
Oh, my balls are dangling there /
Unable to move in the moaning air. /
Yes, my balls are one big wad. /
They’d be blue if attached to a bod. /
But thankfully, they’re just hanging there, /
Bunched up on their rack without a care.
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#poem #poetry #humor #balls #rack #pun #davidebooker #october #wednesday #2021 #101321
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Filed under 2021, poem, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker

Window dressing
Brown leaves on window, /
curled into an empty grip. /
Summer’s embrace gone.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #summer #leaves #window #embrace #brown #oldnorthknoxville #photo #davidebooker #october #wednesday #2021 #101321

Busy
Busy is the bee /
though autumn’s cool grasp clasps /
Dusk closer to dawn.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #autumn #oldnorthknoxville #october #monday #grasp #dusk #dawn #bee #busy #photooftheday #davidebooker #knoxville #tennessee #2020 #101220

Love fruit
Love fruit on the roof. /
Once considered poisonous /
Now poised over us.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #photography #tomato #roof #poisonous #101018
There once was writer named Maxwell, /
Who wrote only about things factual. /
Imagination, he said, /
Was overrated and dead. /
Then he was eaten by a Pterodactyl.

Hunters stew
Deep in the forest, /
made with choice ingredients, /
Autumn Hunters Stew.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #photo #pun #humor #hunter #stew #forest #ingredients #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #halloween #october #sunday #2015 #2021 #101021
Filed under 2015, 2021, haiku, parody, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker, Sunday silliness

Taste
Taste grows from the soil /
Roots, stems, leaves, flowers, then fruits. /
Seeds become flavors.
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Fairy house
Shells of the ocean /
formed as a house for fairies /
Young hands mold magic.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #photo #fairy #house #mold #magic #shells #young #hands #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #october #friday #2021 #100821

The street
Red lights strip the dark /
Sirens usurp the silence /
Need consumes the street.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #Monday #redlight #siren #need #writing #knoxville #photo #fireengine #davidebooker #talltalestogo #oldnorthknoxville #historic #100818