Vagabond
Through the window /
the setting sun wanders in, /
a fall vagabond.
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“Big Mouth”
Big Mouth
Oh, if only the Big Mouth would go on.
I give it gas and gear it all day long
To drive the broken old bastard to where it belongs.
Oh, come on Big Mouth, you roll on.
I work the clutch like a diphthong switch,
Pressing hard every time I got an itch
And shift those gears without an itch.
I work that clutch like a well-worn bitch.
I whine Big Mouth up to its highest gear.
Then no more whining will I hear,
The wind whipping by, the sky clear.
I whine Big Mouth up to its highest gear.
Only a little more left on this rutted road.
Big Mouth strains under its stolen load.
Big Mouth acts as though its dark future is foretold.
I slam my foot on Big Mouth and drive bold.
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“Rain”
Rain
Rain, the clouds whisper; /
gray, gathering brood wearing /
humidity’s smile.
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#haiku #rain # clouds #whisper #brood #humidity #smile #poem #haiga #photo #knoxville #davidebooker #september #sunday #092224 #2024
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Photo finish Friday: “Nothing”
Nothing
I left with nothing /
because I came with nothing, /
but my heart is free.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Stride”
Stride
Find your lost stride /
along the overgrown path. /
The garden’s still there.
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“Bee(n) Busy”
Bee(n) Busy
Bee(n) Busy Artist /
turning dream, clay, glaze, and slip /
into handmade art.
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“Old coat”
Old coat
Time is an old coat /
worn thin in the pockets /
clutched for its memories.
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“Over”
Over
Languid dog reclines, /
drooping like an old flower /
over the bed’s edge.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Train”
Train
Abandoned building, /
brown grass, and train clattering /
through dried history.
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Dogs and Cats of Ohio
Dogs and Cats of Ohio
I heard they’re eating pets in Ohio,
Dogs and cats to name a few,
And if they’re not available,
Rabbits, rodents, and rats will do.
I heard the town was Springfield,
Where Bart Simpson is said to live.
Pest control went to his door
And asked, “What the hell gives?”
Bart said he knew nothing of it.
Then he belched and he sighed.
In the back, a bearded Vance
Held up a held up a cat: “Have you tried?”
BK Junior descended to town
With his wild frontier show.
Left a dead bear in the park
So everybody would know.
Then a felon feeling compelling
Tried to put Fear upon the stage.
But being foretold he was too old
Donning a fool’s errand rage.
And the beast it did consume him
In its ever-pitiless way
And once the beast had self eaten.
Not even a cat could find a stray.
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#091124 #dogs #cats #ohio #poem #political #satire #maga #felondon #september #wednesday #davidebooker #meme #2024
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