Clouds
Burnt against the sky, /
the morning sun scatters clouds. /
Children of the night.
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“Clouds”
Filed under 2023, haiku, photo, Photo by author, photo by David E. Booker, poem, poetry, poetry by author, Uncategorized
Haiku and photo: “Will we…”
Will we…
Will we leave them tools? /
Or will we leave them burdens? /
What World will they see?
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Sunday writing prompt: “Happy Holidays”
Filed under 2018, Sunday silliness
Photo finish Friday (and haiku): “Heroes”
Have our heroes left? /
Skipped a generation? /
Children move mountains.
Photo finish Friday: “Chicken”
A special delicacy, if you can stomach it.
Chicken
by David E. Booker
Boneless Skinless Children’s Thighs.
Picked up a pack and to my surprise
The taste just hit me right between the eyes:
chicken.
Didn’t matter how I had them made:
Sautéed, fried, or in a marinade.
One small taste did all to persuade:
chicken.
I even tried eleven herbs and spices.
Mixed in rice, lettuce, and tomato slices.
It did not matter what culinary devices:
chicken.
I consulted a cannibal from a foreign land.
Who said such boneless thighs would not stand.
Children were not on his diet plan:
chicken.
Boneless Skinless Children’s Thighs.
I saw the ad right before my own eyes.
I handed the neighbors’ kids over with no good-byes:
chicken.
Filed under 2016, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
An Act of God, you say
An Act of God
It was an Act of God, we said
that killed the children and made them dead.
There was no other answer so
for why the children had to go.
The triggers were pulled, the bullets fast
and it was God when made them past.
Oh why, oh why would God do so?
But “An Act of God” is all we know.
We now put guns in our parks
in case of criminals there in the dark
acting out God’s will, you know
culling the herd of those too slow
to pull a gun and aim it fast
to squeeze the trigger and make it blast
the muzzle to thunder with God’s own voice.
After all, you know, we have no choice.
“It’s An Act of God,” we will say
when the police take us away
and we’ll utter that magical chant
and our actions we won’t recant
when the body’s pulled into the light
of the child who’d hidden in fright
thinking we were the ones to fear
and how that now seems so queer
that we would be the ones to fear.
Yes, we would be the ones to fear.
Written by David E. Booker
Inspired by this political insanity: http://nashvillepublicradio.org/post/top-republicans-say-theyll-oppose-proposal-let-guns-tennessee-capitol
which is part of this: http://aattp.org/tennessee-state-rep-proclaims-child-shootings-an-act-of-god-like-bicycle-accidents/
Background information: http://www.knoxnews.com/news/state/haslam-expresses-major-concerns-about-gunsinparks-bill_96846738
and http://www.knoxnews.com/news/state/tennessee-mulls-removing-control-over-guns-in-parks
Filed under 2015, poetry by author
Monday morning writing joke: “Running late”
Their three kids, all successful, agreed to a Sunday dinner in their honor.
“Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad,” gushed Son No. 1. “Sorry I’m running late. I had an emergency at the hospital with a patient, you know how it is, and I didn’t have time to get you a gift.”
“Not to worry,” said the father. “Important thing is we’re all together today.”
Son No. 2 arrived. “You and Mom look great, Dad. I just flew in from LA between depositions and didn’t have time to shop for you.”
“It’s nothing,” said the father. “We’re glad you were able to come.”
Just then the daughter arrived. “Hello and happy anniversary! Sorry, but my boss is sending me out of town and I was really busy packing so I didn’t have time to get you anything.”
After they had finished dessert, the father said, “There’s something your mother and I have wanted to tell you for a long time. You see, we were really poor, but we managed to send each of you to college. Through the years your mother and I knew we loved each other very much, but we just never found the time to get married.”
The three children gasped and said, “WHAT? You mean we’re bastards?”
“Yep”, said the father, “Cheap ones too.”
Filed under Monday morning writing joke
Writers on Writing: “Times are….”
“Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents and everyone is writing a book.”
— Cicero, 43 BCE
Since I am working on a book or two, I guess I am adding to the bad times. And you?
Filed under Writers on writing
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