Morning fire
Fire wakes crisp fall sky. /
Morning cloud plumes like fresh smoke. /
Air cold as dead dreams.
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Dead heat
The warmth of summer /
Has died into cool autumn. /
Winter holds cold seeds.
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Remains
Dead sunflower head, /
ashtray for the shells left by those /
feasting on your life.
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Grip
What has died reaches /
into what has yet to live. /
Holding and leaving.
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Q.: What’s the definition of a will?
A.: A dead giveaway.
Filed under 2017, Monday morning writing joke
Grass grows green somewhere. /
For now lawnmowers slumber. /
Rakes tickle the dead.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Q.: What did the hard-working zombie writer named Kate call herself?
A.: Dead-i-Kate
Filed under Monday morning writing joke
The dead like the stars /
twinkle in memory’s gaze /
shine into the past.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
In honor of all the zombie movies over the past year, and books about zombies and other dead creatures, here is the second of two or three “dead” jokes, puns, bits of humor. Groan as you see fit.
Q.: What do you call…
…a race between zombies?
A.: A dead run.
…a warm day for zombies?
A.: A dead heat.
…a zombie who ate his girlfriend?
A.: A dead ‘n’ ate her.
…a zombie in an explosion?
A.: Dead bone air.
…somebody killed by a medieval zombie?
A.: Dead of knight.
…a zombie politician too long in office?
A.: A deadencated public servant.
.…a lobbyist?
A.: Dead weight.
…500 zombie lawyers at the bottom of the ocean?
A.: Habeas corpses.
In honor of all the zombie movies over the past year, and books about zombies and other dead creatures, here is the first of two or three “dead” jokes, puns, bits of humor. Groan as you see fit.
Q.: What do you call…
…a dead psychiatrist?
A.: A dead head.
…a dead musician?
A.: A dead beat.
…a dead twin bell musician?
A.: A dead ringer.
…a dead sailor?
A.: Dead lee
…a dead radio personality?
A.: Dead air
…a dead royal radio personality?
A.: Dead air apparent.
…a dead conservative?
A. Dead to rights
…a dead writer’s last sentence?
A. A deadline.
Filed under Monday morning writing joke
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