Filed under 2019, Photo by Beth Booker, Photo Finish Friday
Thoughts and prayers
Thoughts and prayers
Are like underwear —
They can keep some crap from spilling.
But when they fill
There is no thrill
When no one does any repairing.
Filed under 2019, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
The machine answers. /
Your future it will bestow /
For a Devil’s nickel.
Filed under 2019, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
Join the Creek Crew /
Saturday Nine to Noon. /
T-shirt for you?
Filed under 2019, Photo Finish Friday
As I sit out in the rain /
Pondering life all the same /
A pond appeared across the way /
Growing larger and larger throughout the day /
Until the time when night fell /
And I could not tell land from water very well. /
But as the sun rose, I will vouchsafe, /
It’s no fun being in a watery grave.
Filed under 2019, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
The man on the bus /
Urges me to “Keep it up!” /
But he’s exhausted.
Filed under 2019, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
Some signs and portents /
flower in common places /
where norms are ignored.
Filed under 2018, Photo by Beth Booker, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
Women are trouble: /
Men are Loser’s Hand-me-downs; /
Death smiles so sweetly.
Summer bumblebee /
exploring the cone flower, /
your fall is unknown.
Booker's Blog 