Forming
Butterfly, I see /
Poised on a flower’s petals. /
Tomorrow forming.
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Photo finish Friday: “Color”
Color
Etched against autumn, /
Butterfly and sunflower /
Hold to summer’s bloom.
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Haiku and photo: “Monsters”
Monsters
Monsters are due soon, /
Breaking promises in two: /
Trick or Treat, amen.
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Poem and photo: “Oh, my balls…”
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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Haiku and photo: “Window dressing”
Window dressing
Brown leaves on window, /
curled into an empty grip. /
Summer’s embrace gone.
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Haiku and photo: “Busy”
Busy
Busy is the bee /
though autumn’s cool grasp clasps /
Dusk closer to dawn.
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Haiku and photo: “Love Fruit”
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
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer named Maxwell”
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.
Sunday silliness: “Hunter’s stew”
Hunters stew
Deep in the forest, /
made with choice ingredients, /
Autumn Hunters Stew.
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