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Haiku to you Thursday: “A new day”
A new day
Hang down; new day up. /
Daylight Savings Time rebuff. /
Eating im-possum-ble.
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Haiku and photo: “State of the squares”
State of the squares
Knoxville’s state: the clue /
epistemological — /
reality squared.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #poet #writer #writing #knoxville #crosswordpuzzle #clue #epistemological #state #epistemology #newspaper #davidebooker #april #tuesday #2020 #writing #writer #tennessee #photograph #words
Filed under 2020, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
Monday morning writing joke: “Discovery”
Sometimes it is easier to find Uranus than your bottom.
Filed under 2021, Monday morning writing joke
Poem: “Fat cells”
Fat cells
Fat cells live on /
Like the lyrics of a song /
Stuck in your ear. /
One from which you can’t get clear./
Fat cells live forever /
In fair or stormy weather, /
Regardless of if or whether /
You’d pack them away like winter sweaters. /
Fat cells never die, /
Nor really ever fry. /
Sweat them you may try, /
Butt they remain on hips and thighs. /
Fat cells are gleeful /
Thick and sticky as treacle. /
They can even be deceitful /
And they never say goodbye.
Filed under 2021, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
Haiku and photo: “The sign”
The sign
A sign of the times /
Keep your clothes on is not /
Just an expression.
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Filed under 2020, haiku, Poetry by David E. Booker
Haiku and photo: “Sweet heat”
Sweet Heat
Sweet heat of Jesus /
Tastes full-bodied on your tongue /
Psalm to calm it down.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #poet #thursday #march #2020 #davidebooker #jesus #heat #psalm #fullbodied #sweet #taste #knoxville #tennessee #oldnorthknoxville
Filed under 2020, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
Monday morning writing joke: “Poetic justice”
Photo from Staunton News Leader, 1936
Poetic justice
You divorced me today,
But you can’t take my words away.
My words are worth
All your penny love on this old earth.
You claim you are owed
For being subjected to my odes.
You’ll receive neither cent nor couplet—
I don’t care if penalties double it.
This divorce has no rhyme nor reason,
So, love, take a haiku for the season.
I have given you my best.
I doubt you can stanza the rest.
David E. Booker
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World Poetry Day
Haiku and photo: “Green leaf”
Green leaf
My green, four-leaf pills./
Am I Irish enough? /
I swallow my pride.
Filed under 2018, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
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