Box carred in
Freight train before me. /
White car blocking my behind. /
Road to nowhere now.
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Possum love
The night was fulsome. /
The opossum was hungry. /
Bird seed made a feast.
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Ass. you like it.
Ass. Fudge, if you dare. /
Chocolate Valentine’s Day fare /
Buy a block to share.
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The Fog is Afoot
The fog is afoot.
The door is ajar.
The jam is on the highway.
The toast is in the bar.
The world is elemental
Or maybe it’s just gone nuts.
I would lie next to you
But truth be we’d be abut.
You can be in arrears,
But you won’t have more than one.
Things aren’t as they appear,
But a pear ripens in the sun.
I can pucker my lips
If you want to buss,
Or I can look very foolish
As you mount the bus.
You can mount a stead
Or even a campaign
At the end of the day
The results may amount to pain.
There is no anear,
But the stars are afar.
We can be in accord,
But not in a musical bar.
The measure of a man
Maybe of little note.
But notes in a measure
Keep the song afloat.
So is a song a boat
Afloat on a river?
Oar are we lost at sea
Our arrows and us aquiver?
Love is a mystery,
The deepest some have said.
I don’t know, though
It may all soon come to ahead.
You could be apart
Or a part of loving pair
Love is a strange feeling
That the estranged do not share.
So, is the fog afoot?
Is the door ajar?
Is love as near
As a falling star?
If you’re in a jam,
Can you be in a preserve,
Or is that only something
fruit and animals deserve?
Lovers have forever asked
And Philosophers have refrained,
If to be in love is love.
Is to be insane sane?
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MoAnday
It’s that dreaded day again,
The one that follows what should have been,
The day that’s missing an A,
They day that should be MoAnday.
I want to wrap myself in paper towels
To avoid the thunderous scowls,
The rain of terror, “aren’t you done yet!”
As I sit on the coffee pot and try to forget.
Oh, where art thou my pride?
Oh, this Moanday I can’t abide.
Oh, you’re hiding in the paper towels, too?
What, now, am I supposed to do?
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#020623
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Today is National Chocolate Cake Day and National Inane Answering Message Day or NIAD (Nigh-Add) for short.
So, go have a piece or two or chocolate cake and record this on your voicemail:
“I had cake. It was great.
Leave a message and I may relate.
Vanilla’s fine. Strawberry, too.
But chocolate’s the only one that’ll do.
Chocolate cake and chocolate frosting.
Chocolate from beginning to topping.
Leave a message after the beep,
unless you’re a salesman or some beep-beep creep.”
Filed under 2023, humor, Monday, photo, poem, poetry, poetry by author, Poetry by David E. Booker
Gallon grief
Heartache, ice cream takes /
one gallon or two: cone, scoops, /
pain moves — heart to head.
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Cat dance
Cats in the front yard: /
one leads with a left jab. /
The other rope-a-dopes.
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Happy Eve
Happy Triskaidekaphobia Eve
To all who practice and believe.
Beware now that sidewalk crack
For you may break your mother’s back.
You’ve probably already broken her heart,
With your non replies or answers smart.
So she has now visited upon you
This Friday day over which to stew.
The Ides of March did Caesar in,
His conspirators waited until the middle to begin.
But this Friday and this thirteen
Stabs without antagonist seen.
There is always one and up to three
To torment you, to not let you be.
So, gird your loins and be on your guard,
Lest you be hoisted by your own petard.
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