Haiku and photo: “Busy”
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
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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#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
Haiku and photo: “Taste”
Taste
Taste grows from the soil /
Roots, stems, leaves, flowers, then fruits. /
Seeds become flavors.
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Photo finish Friday: “Fairy house”
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
Haiku and photo: “The street”
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
Haiku and photo: “Socked feet”
Socked feet
Both full and thankful, /
Kindness has many flavors /
Carried on socked feet.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #thankful #writing #full #food #food #flavor #socks #kindness #neighbors
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Filed under 2018, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
Poem and photo: “Death becomes you”
Death becomes you
Death becomes you, my dear.
Let me hold your hand so our selfie is clear.
Get my bare bones, they show me the best.
All that flesh and muscle — begone all the rest.
I’ll wear my cap. You wear your smile.
Don’t worry about missing teeth. It’s been a while.
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#poem #poetry #selfie #death #bones #cap #smile #teeth #skeleton #halloween #aceatkins #davidebooker #october
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Filed under 2021, Halloween, photo, Poetry by David E. Booker
