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Tag Archives: Friday
Photo finish Friday (and haiku): “Spring”
Spring
Spring begins gray, /
Bleary eyes crusted with tears, /
Yawning into sun.
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Haiku and photo: “Hanging the Moon”
Hanging the Moon
Let us hang the Moon /
Tonight and forever: /
You, me, Sun, and Love.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #poet #photo #writer #writing #2019 #february #tuesday #moon #love #sun #tonight #hangthemoon #davidebooker #you #me
Filed under 2019, haiku, Poetry by David E. Booker
Photo finish Friday (and haiku) “In the window”
In the window
Sunlight fades from sky. /
Evening rises in windows. /
House in silhouette.
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#haiku #photooftheday #poem #poetry #windows #sunlight #evening #sky #silhouette #house #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #tennessee #Friday #february #2021
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
Photo finish Friday (and haiku): Legacy
Legacy
Clouds and shadows painted /
With tints of winter sunlight. /
Bare limbs full of gray.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #poet #writing #writer #winter #tree #paint #davidebooker #gray #clouds #paint #bare #limbs
Photo finish Friday (and haiku): “Supply lines”
Supply lines
Watches and warnings: /
Snowpocalypse approaching. /
An inch from the end.
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#january #tuesday #snowpocalypse #2019 #haiku #poem #poet #poetry #writing #writer #snow #watches #warnings #inch #end #photo #humor #davidebooker
Filed under 2019, haiku, humor and haiku, Photo Finish Friday, Poetry by David E. Booker
Photo finish Friday (and haiku: “Let us”
Let us
Let us ride balloons: /
Up to the heavens and moons. /
Light as grace and stars.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #balloons #moons #heavens #light #grace #stars #photooftheday #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #january #knoxville #tennessee #friday #2021
Photo finish Friday: “Go left at the fork”
Go left at the fork.
Go right at the spoon.
Go under the knife
And jump over the moon.
The banana split
During its salad days.
It was easy as pie
To cake walk away.
He’s such a dish.
She’s gone to pot.
They’re in a stew
That’s boiling hot.
His goose is cook.
Her mind is fried.
Don’t butter them up,
They’re raw inside.
If you egg her on
The yoke’s on you.
She’s no apple of your eye
By the time she’s through.
The tables will be turned.
The empty will satiate
As you’re rounding third
And trying to steal home plate.
Life is a pickle,
This you can’t deny.
It’s the pot or frying pan
No mater how hard you try.
You can stir up a frenzy.
You can sift through the rubble.
The ingredients are there
To pickle all your troubles.
When things are ajar
And you feel in a jam
Just remember life will gel
If you don’t act the ham.
Go left at the fork.
Go right at the spoon.
Go under the knife.
Do your dishes soon.
–David E. Booker
Filed under 2020, Photo Finish Friday, Poetry by David E. Booker
Book review: “I am Disgusting”
I am Disgusting: Poetry for a Movement by Jeff McCarley
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Often witty, almost always crass, sometimes hilarious — but not for those with a squeamish nature. I won this book in a Good Reads giveaway. If I could give half stars, this one would be 3.5 stars. My main criticism is that at times I felt it was a bit repetitive. Maybe that was intentional. The book contains poems that rhyme and haiku. It has an “Ode to Poop,” and a parody poem entitled “Craven,” taking its structure from the Poe poem, “The Raven.” Part of me was a bit surprised so much could be squeezed out of such an offal subject.
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Filed under 2020, book review
