
Lilies
The fireworks spent. /
The promises unfulfilled. /
The day lilies bloomed.
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Lilies
The fireworks spent. /
The promises unfulfilled. /
The day lilies bloomed.
.
.
#lilies #fireworks #promises #bloom #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #July #Wednesday #070523 #2023
Q.: What’s the difference between a propaganda writer and a roman candle?
A.: Depends upon how much a roman candle is selling for.
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Three writers walk into a fireworks store. Each has $1. One buys a cherry bomb. The second buys a pack of firecrackers. The third buys a sparkler. Which one’s the poet?
A.: The one with the cherry bomb. Metaphorically, he’s trying to get the biggest bang for his buck.
Filed under 2015, Monday morning writing joke
Momentary light
paints the sky to my delight:
fireworks take flight.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, holiday, poetry by author
There once was man who stole fireworks
and truth be told he was quite a jerk.
He went out for a dance
with more than loins in his pants.
Then cigarette ash made him quite berserk.
Filed under Fireworks, limerick, poem, poetry by author