One of these days
Oh tree, my tree,
Please hide me.
I want to stay
Away today.
I don’t want work
Nor stupid jerks
To come my way.
I want to be
By my little tree
And fill my my days
With poetry.
Oh tree, little tree
Stand by me.
Please, please
Hide me.
.
.
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Filed under 2023, photo, poem, poet, poetry, poetry by author, Poetry by David E. Booker, rhyming poetry
The Glade
Yes, the irony /
Is clear to me /
How you define being brave. /
If it can be done /
With your gun, /
Then my life can’t be saved. /
But wear a mask /
A simple task /
And you holy rant and rave. /
Over your dead body, /
And this said hotly, /
You to the world vouchsafe. /
Your creed is clear. /
It is death you hold dear, /
A charging bull in the glade. /
For another’s life /
No sacrifice /
Can ever or today be made. /
Compassion has died, /
Empathy hied, /
But with your gun you’re brave. /
You’re cold, dead hands /
Stretch across this land, /
But there is nothing to save. /
That shot in your arm /
You feared would cause you harm, /
Has no hope for you today. /
You’re the Bull Without the Mask /
And your soul’s task /
Is to drive life forever from the glade.
080121
Filed under 2021, guns, poem, Poetry by David E. Booker, rhyming poetry
I feel lightheaded
The things I’ve dreaded
have floated away.
I see the stars
but not the cars
I’m too far away.
The lines are bleary
between countries, but surely
they’re still there.
But from where I sit
this is just not it
for me to care.
The heavens beyond me
Inspire a song from me
but who would listen?
The earth recedes
and all my needs
I’m no longer missing.
Into the long night
my hope takes flight
and the stars do glisten.
All systems are go
I’m going with the flow
and forgetting my plight.
Though I have no air
I do not care.
I do not put up a fight.
The ellipse of my orbit
will allow me to see more of it
of this … of this good night.
The heavens beyond me….
Filed under Freeform Friday, poetry by author, rhyming poetry
Oh, my poopy Outlook
Oh, what can I say?
It lives its life upsetting
me both night and day.
I tried to get if fixed so its
problems would be put away.
But masterful ministrations
won’t keep all its issues at bay.
I sit at my desk and wrestle
with one issue or the next.
Oh, my poopy Outlook,
your outlook has me vexed.
Filed under Freeform Friday, poetry by author, rhyming poetry
There once was a poet from Maine
whose haiku would cause others in vain
to say that they could do, too,
the verse and rhythm that he knew,
but it drove many who attempted insane.
Filed under Freeform Friday, poetry by author, rhyming poetry
Where the skies are blue and the lions, too.
If worse comes to worst, start writing verse.
A rhyme in time will take your mind
away from this cursed ‘verse.
It will take you to worlds never you knew.
It will take you to worlds never more true.
Where the skies are blue and the lions are, too.
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