Cold in the air. /
Snow on the Magnolia. /
The palm of winter.
Category Archives: Poetry by David E. Booker
“Palm of Winter” haiku
Cold in the air. /
Snow on the Magnolia. /
The palm of winter.
“Looking backward” haiku
Looking backward /
No one remembers the rain /
Only the hammers.
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Filed under 2019, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
“Branching” haiku
Branching
The full moon beyond /
Silhouette of winter trees /
Near to quiet Earth.
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“Somewhere” haiku
Somewhere
Somewhen and in there /
Flowing out and back again. /
Time’s arrow bending.
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#haiku #poet #poetry #poem #writing #writer #friday #january #2020 #universe #bigbang #time #somewhen #arrow #bending
Filed under haiku, Poetry by David E. Booker
“Guardian” haiku and photo
Guardian
Guardians quiet: /
Erect, constant, and unmoved. /
Weathering secrets.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #weather #secrets #guardians #ildnorthknoxville #quiet #photooftheday #davidebooker #knoxville #tennessee #saturday #snow #january #2021
Saturday silliness: “Snowpocalypse”
The snowpocalypse has begun. /
We can no longer see the sun. /
To the stores we must run: /
White bread, beer, milk — until done. /
Oh, snow is so fun. /
The snowpocalypse has begun.
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#snow #pumpkin #panic #humor #poetry #poem #oldnorthknoxville #photooftheday #davidebooker #january #saturday
Photo finish Friday (and poem): “All is calm — maybe”
All is calm, all is bright. /
Tree is up and full of light. /
Blinded my neighbor across the street. /
His retinas are fried like old, dried meat. /
Santa, come and visit me soon. /
This tree’s so bright, it’s an envy of the moon. /
I’ve been good, the best I’ve been yet. /
I only have one or two things I regret. /
The body in the basement, well that doesn’t count. /
She ticked me off with her bouncy flounce. /
And that man in the meat locker, he was frigid to me. /
Said I had COVID. Now how can that be? /
No, Santa, I have been very very good. /
My tree is bright. My wants be as they should. /
All is calm, all is bright /
Unless you pass me by on this special night.
Filed under 2020, Photo Finish Friday, Poetry by David E. Booker
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer named Elf”
There once was a writer named Elf,
Who wanted to see all his books up on the shelf.
In bookstores and in homes
He wanted his stories to roam.
So he hid them among Santa’s present wealth.
A cup of Mercury
I swallowed from the cup of Mercury
to cover my absurdity.
The ambrosia of Venus
was cloudy in toxic meanness.
I raised a toast to ol’ Earth
the land of mirth and birth.
I’d thought I’d reached the stars
but was only a sip of Mars.
“Here’s mud in your eye,”
I said to Jupiter by and by.
I left a ring around Saturn —
just following an old pattern.
I drank from Uranus
though you thought me an ignoramus.
Things got kind of blurry
drinking from Neptune in such a hurry.
I got blotto on Pluto —
as a planet I couldn’t let go.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Poet Nice”
There once was a poet from Nice
Who one day lost his only valise.
Full of rhyme and reason
He had town’s folk believin’
Until it was found they’d be no peace.
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