Morning glory
Morning glory, what’s /
your story as August leaves? /
Frost whispers your name.
Category Archives: Poetry by David E. Booker
Haiku to you Thursday: “Morning Glory”
Haiku to you Thursday: “This Day”
This day
Part of the morning. /
Thoughts of another’s life. /
His moment or mine?
Haiku to you Thursday: “Drops”
Dew drops and rain drops /
And tears falling from my eyes /
Renewal and pain.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer of mystery”
The once was a writer of mystery /
Who had a sordid and checkered history. /
They say in another town /
She let her husband drown /
Because his reviews of her writing were blistery.
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Cancun”
There once a writer from Cancun
Who wrote about things way too soon.
It was all in future tense
And made very little sense.
Especially about the spaceman riding a bassoon.
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Schenectady”
There once was a writer from Schenectady
Whose writing was full of complexity
He plots were convoluted.
His characters quite putrid.
He was left all alone intellectually.
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Charlotte”
There once was a writer from Charlotte
Whose latest novel featured a protagonist harlot.
Her crime was a sin.
And his sin was where to begin,
So he wound up thinking about it bars a lot.
Haiku to you Thursday: “Tapioca and Toothpicks”
Some days are toothpicks. /
Some days are tapioca. /
Some days they collide.
Haiku to you Thursday: “New Hope”
Yesteryear or now /
Wind driven or motorized /
Welcome to your home.
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from St. Paul”
There once was a writer from St. Paul
Who could only write well in the fall.
With the leaves off the trees
She saw her neighbors with ease.
And then she could record it all.
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