
The day
Dusk betrays the day, /
turns light into sour moments /
left cold for the stars.
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The day
Dusk betrays the day, /
turns light into sour moments /
left cold for the stars.
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#dusk #stars #cold #day #light #moments #haiku #photo #poem #poetry #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #december #saturday #2021 #121821

The stack
Book pile grows higher. /
Tree of knowledge overflows /
Into empty rooms.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #book #pile #room #house #121821 #tree #knowledge #december #friday #davidebooker #2021
Filed under 2021, haiku, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker, Silly Saturday

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

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

Moments
Colors riot through /
a December morning sky: /
touching but not touched.
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#riot #color #morning #sky #touched #untouched #photo #poem #haiku #poetry #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #december #saturday #2021 #121221
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker

“My books are water; those of the great geniuses is wine. Everybody drinks water.” – Notebook, 1885
Filed under 2021, books, Mark Twain

Darkness
Evening autumn sky: /
broken rainbow oozes forth from /
a cold horizon.
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#rainbow #autumn #evening #horizon #broken #ooze #haiku #poem #poetry #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #december #friday #2021 #121021


Rain
We wait on the rain, /
fall and patter of droplets, /
feel and take of time.
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#rain #fall #patter #droplets #time #haiku #photo #poem #poetry #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #december #wednesday #2021 #120821

Moments
Today’s sunlight peeks /
around autumn’s bare branches /
and sheds all its warmth.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #sunlight #autumn #warmth #branches #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #december #tuesday #2021 #120721