Sunlight moment
Head heavy with seeds. /
Petals shimmering with light. /
Namesake life giver.
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Tag Archives: poetry
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer’s bucket”
The once was a writer with a bucket,
Who threw his drafts in it, because they “suck it.”
One day a thief came by
And with his bucket she did hie.
Now she has a bestseller. O’ the luck of it.
“The Glade”
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.
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Filed under 2021, guns, poem, Poetry by David E. Booker, rhyming poetry
Haiku and photo: “Work day”
Work day
Bee has no time clock. /
Only sun, life, instinct, work. /
Grace in the effort.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #bee #clock #grace #life #sun #instinct #work #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #photo #july #saturday #2021
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
Photo finish Friday: “Taste is Summer”
Taste is Summer
Dance, proboscis, dance.
Nectar of the cone flower
sways with your summer.
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#davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #haiku #poem #photooftheday #tennessee #proboscis #dance #flower #summer #july #friday #2021
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Out There”
Out there
Out there is in here. /
Rain, turmoil, thunder, lightning /
Pain, grief, love, release.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #oldnorthknoxville #clouds #pain #rain #love #release #wednesday #lightning #july #2020 #photooftheday #knoxville #davidebooker #tennessee #grief
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Haiku and photo: “The sky”
The sky
The clouds above me /
Form around a dust whisper /
Cry into the night.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #photooftheday #davidebooker #clouds #dust #night #cry #july #tuesday #2020 #sky
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Haiku and photo: “The journey”
The journey
Into the wide world, /
One step begins the unknown /
One heart brings new love.
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo, Poetry by David E. Booker
Haiku and photo: “Tune”
Tune
A thousand gray clouds /
can be banished from the sky /
humming your own tune.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #clouds #tune #banished #sky #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #photo #july #tuesday #2021
Poem and photo: “The Oldies”
The Oldies
Yep. You’ve joined music history. /
The years may have been a mystery /
Tour through your youth /
Those awkward days of uncouth /
Where nothing you could say /
Would make the world go your way. /
Then the adult years came onset /
Full of hopes and some regrets, /
But your dreams lingered on /
Back by a three-chord song. /
Now the dreams have faded, /
A little tattered and debated, /
Then a song comes along, /
From your youth where it belongs, /
And it takes you back /
To those hopes gone slack. /
And you think, once again, /
It’s not too late to begin again. /
The melody comes your way /
Takes you back to halcyon days. /
But then that new technology /
Slaps you into where you ought to be. /
The dial face say the song is an Oldie. /
It spells it plainly and not boldly. /
You say, No, this can’t be so. /
Of the future you won’t let go. /
Oh no, oh no, oh no! /
You listen to the song /
That favorite tune that brought you along /
Through your youth uncouth /
Then into your adult truth. /
You listen again to the tune, /
Spot a star to the left of the Moon, /
And once more your dreams unfurl /
From the corner of your heart where they lay curled. /
To boldly go and now you won’t stop. /
To the moon is only the first hop. /
Then the song reaches its end /
And the night further sets in. /
The crickets chirp; the sirens wail /
And your dreams seem a bit stale. /
You fold them up and take them in /
And hope The Oldies come again. /
It may not now be like was /
And time has taken what it does, /
But you still feel the ancient fires /
And until the day the light expires, /
You will be now as you were then: /
Striving, seeking, finding, and not giving in.
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Filed under 2021, Poetry by David E. Booker
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