Hell
Hell is not empty. /
The devils have brought it with them. /
Each street its own end.
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“Hell”
Filed under 2024, haiku, philosphy, photo, poem, poet, poetry, poetry by author, Poetry by David E. Booker
Haiku to you Thursday: “Highway”
Highway traffic churns: /
R-P-Ms, heat, wheel, anger. /
Asphalt is man’s hell.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Photo finish Friday: “Some are not like others”
Wave the horse.
Grassy place like no other.
Filed under 2015, Photo Finish Friday
Photo finish Friday: “Weekend”
Whichever way the weekend blows, it can only be better than the week.
O’ Come Weekend
O’, come weekend, come on soon
the week’s been hell, been like a bassoon
played off-key and played next to my ear,
or a pipe clattering, trying to get clear
of the air trapped inside when the taps turned on
whopping and whopping like a bad song.
O’, come weekend, come on soon
the week’s been hell, been like a baboon
locked in a small cage, tossing poop and food
flashing its teeth – O’ it’s been in a mood.
So come on weekend, get your ass here.
I’ve had more than I can take. Am I being clear?!
–Photo and poem by David E. Booker
Monday (morning) writing joke: “Turn of events”
A writer died and was given the option of going to heaven or hell.
She decided to check out each place first. As the writer descended into the fiery pits, she saw row upon row of writers chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they were repeatedly whipped with thorny lashes.
“Oh my,” said the writer. “Let me see heaven now.”
A few moments later, as she ascended into heaven, she saw rows of writers, chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they, too, were whipped with thorny lashes.
“Wait a minute,” said the writer. “This is just as bad as hell!”
“Oh no, it’s not,” replied an unseen voice. “Here, your work gets published.”
Filed under Monday morning writing joke
Haiku to you Thursday: “You and the World”
When the world’s empty /
and holds no love, you will have /
evolved to your Hell.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Monday morning writing joke: “Heaven or Hell?”
A writer died and was given the option of going to heaven or hell.
She decided to check out each place first. As the writer descended into the fiery pits, she saw row upon row of writers chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they were repeatedly whipped with thorny lashes.
“Oh my,” said the writer. “Let me see heaven now.”
A few moments later, as she ascended into heaven, she saw rows of writers, chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they, too, were whipped with thorny lashes.
“Wait a minute,” said the writer. “This is just as bad as hell!”
“Oh no, it’s not,” replied an unseen voice. “Here, your work gets published.”
Filed under Monday morning writing joke
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