Sentinels
On the quiet stairs, /
holding hope for next Christmas, /
sentinels wait….
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#sentinels #christmas #stairs #hope #haiku #poem #poetry #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #february #monday #022122 #2022
Tag Archives: Christmas
Haiku and photo: “Lighting”
Lighting
Lights: some on, some off, /
some solid, some reflections, /
hang from tree or glass.
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#lights #reflections #tree #glass #haiku #poem #poetry #christmas #photo #davidebooker #knoxville #december #sunday #122621 #2021
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
Saturday silliness: “Seasonal Greetings”
Seasonal Greetings
I got a Christmas card from you. /
Now, dang it, I feel obligated to /
Send you one in return, /
A card to make your envy burn. /
Yes, and it will be homemade. /
By my hand, the artistry bade. /
Or maybe something sentimental and rank, /
Since all I draw is to draw a blank.
Filed under 2021, Christmas, photo, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker, Silly Saturday
Haiku and photo: “Smudge”
Smudge
Merry Christmas smudged /
over smiles and tears; charting /
its own way through pain.
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#christmas #smudge #chart #smiles #tears #pain #haiku #poem #poetry #photo #december #wednesday #2021 #122221
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
Haiku and photo: “Treats”
Treats
Holiday presents /
Reveal many kindnesses /
As they hide their treats.
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#haiku #december #treats #poem #poetry #poet #writing #writers #presents #kindnesses #2018 #holiday #christmas #122018
Filed under 2018, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
Haiku and photo: “Holding”
Holding
Finger points gently. /
He holds forth under the tree. /
Santa says, “Not yet.”
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#santa #tree #christmas #presents #waiting #poem #poetry #haiku #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #december #sunday #2021 #121921
“Oh, Deer Meat”
Oh, Deer Meat
Oh, deer meat, what can I say? /
What won’t offend you if I play? /
A word here, a word there, /
But venison I must play with care.
#pun #cartoon #deer #meat #venison #santa #holidays #humor #christmas #davidebooker #121221
Sunday silliness: “Fainting tree”
Fainting tree
Oh, those fainting Christmas trees.
They are a sight to see,
Can’t be left alone, can’t be.
You went to spread some cheer,
So let me be clear,
It wasn’t me here,
It was the cat.
Like the serpent in the tree,
She tempted me
And now you see
Where we’re at.
She challenged me,
Said I couldn’t be free,
That there would be
No Christmas present for me
Unless I ran around the tree
And that’s when it went ker-splat.
It fainted dead away.
I don’t know what to say.
It fainted that way.
The power cord’s now frayed.
Yes, it happened today.
I blame the cat.
Yes, sparks flew,
There was a spark or two,
Arcing a translucent blue,
Singed the cat through and through.
No, I don’t know where she’s at.
So, those fainting Christmas trees,
Looks like they just can’t be
Left unattended, you see.
I think we can right the tree,
Set it up to be
Fully faint free
With no cat calamity
Without the cat.
Filed under 2021, photo, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker, Sunday silliness
Photo finish Friday (and poem): “All is calm — maybe”
All is calm, all is bright. /
Tree is up and full of light. /
Blinded my neighbor across the street. /
His retinas are fried like old, dried meat. /
Santa, come and visit me soon. /
This tree’s so bright, it’s an envy of the moon. /
I’ve been good, the best I’ve been yet. /
I only have one or two things I regret. /
The body in the basement, well that doesn’t count. /
She ticked me off with her bouncy flounce. /
And that man in the meat locker, he was frigid to me. /
Said I had COVID. Now how can that be? /
No, Santa, I have been very very good. /
My tree is bright. My wants be as they should. /
All is calm, all is bright /
Unless you pass me by on this special night.
Filed under 2020, Photo Finish Friday, Poetry by David E. Booker
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