Layers of delight /
costumed deeply in longing. /
Bright, your fetching smile.
Layers of delight /
costumed deeply in longing. /
Bright, your fetching smile.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
I was once a pumpkin:
Now I am a mess.
The party night is over
And I wait to deliquesce.
The treats have been handed out
Some to children too bold
Who think that a cigarette
Is not a sign you’re too old.
They came in hoards and cars
As if the end of time was near
From close by and far way
Some with the scent of beer.
I was once orange and in my prime
Round and succulent to behold.
But now I deliquesce
As I grow a little mold.
I will not make Thanksgiving
Which I hear is a special holiday
Where pumpkins become pie
And make taste buds say, “Yay!”
I hope you will remember me
As I slump into the earth.
Don’t think of me as too scary
But with a little mirth.
And next year at this time
Decorate one of my kin
And the season of the spooks
Can once again begin.
–by David E. Booker
Holiday madness is upon us.
Somebody must have thought this was a good idea. I don’t think so. Candy corn is now Jesus Harvest Seeds, at least if you buy them in this package. “Scripture on every individual packet!” I wonder if one of them is “Jesus wept.”
Maybe the second shortest verse in the modern Bible should be “Jesus has sold.” Or, “Jesus has been sold.”
Filed under 2015, holiday, Say what?!
Filed under 2015, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
Roses are read; /
Violets are blue. /
Candy is sweet, /
but this poem is, too.
Filed under 2015, cartoon by author, CarToonsday
As a side note, a fellow in an adjoining historic neighborhood complained that as the weather turned colder and rain and wind picked up, he had parents come to collect for their kids who stayed in the cars. I saw one or two examples of that, but mostly I saw kids and adults with umbrellas making the best of it.
Regardless, as you can see, that is quite a few tricksters who came to Old North Knoxville. I dressed as Santa Claus and handed out candy, while my wife and daughter went trick-or-treating with some friends. I surprised a few young tricksters when I would open the sidelight window next to our front door and stick my head out. Some were rendered speechless. A few asked if I was real, to which I replied, “I’m as real as you.” Two or three wanted to touch my white-gloved hand or my beard. A few older, more “seasoned” kids started into their Christmas wish list, including one young lady who wanted both an iPad and an iPhone among the items on her list. I just don’t know if she has been good enough to receive both or even one. She looked a little naughty to me. Then, again, I guess Halloween was the night for a little naughtiness.
Filed under holiday
Goblins gather near /
storm the porch as conjurers /
plundering delights.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Q.: What type of performer is a zombie?
A.: A headliner
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Q.: When a zombie leaves, what is she doing?
A.: She’s heading out-of-town.
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Q.: What is the main feature a zombie looks for in a car?
A.: More head room.
Filed under Monday morning writing joke
Q.: What do you call the principal at a zombie school?
A.: The headmaster.
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Q.: What is a zombie’s worst nightmare?
A.: The Headless horseman.
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Q.: What is a zombie’s favorite spread on bread?
A.: Head cheese.
Filed under Monday morning writing joke