Our rain
Our rain is coming. /
We fill it with sighs or fear, /
but we must greet it.
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Tag Archives: fear
“Grasp”
Spring in February. Cocuses and daffodils. Purple and yellow. #022418
Grasp
Oppressing hands grasp /
through fear and not respect. /
Blooms still share beauty.
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“Grasp”
Spring in February. Cocuses and daffodils. Purple and yellow. #022418
Grasp
Oppressing hands grasp /
through fear and not respect. /
Blooms still share beauty.
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.
#davidebooker #haiku #poem #poetry #haiga #photo #writing #writer #poet #grasp #fear #blooms #beauty #hands #february #tuesday #022418p #022525 #2025
“Binding”
Binding
The oppressing hand /
Binds through fear and not respect /
Embraces your hate.
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Filed under 2019, haiku, photo, poem, poet, poetry, poetry by author, Poetry by David E. Booker
“Orange fear”
Orange fear
Talking head season. /
Pop your top and spew your guts. /
Gobbledygook lies.
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“Fear”
Fear
Fear is a creeper. /
It eats the soil of your soul. /
and blooms as you die.
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“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
Writing tip Wednesday: “Be not afraid”
Filed under 2020, writing tip, Writing Tip Wednesday
Haiku to you Thursday: “Fear most”
I fear most being /
a fool before the universe /
when I could have been.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Haiku to you Thursday: “Darkness”
Darkness is my end. /
There is no empty god –/
Only the moist fear.
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
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