There once was a writer extraordinaire
For the less talented he did not care.
Then one day
His ghost writer gave him away
And credit with his mom he had to share.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer Extraordinaire”
Filed under 2019, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Photo finish (and poem) Friday: “Rain”
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
Star Trek: The Next Germination: “The multigrain sandwich and war”
Multigrain for Picard
Made chewing very hard
On the bridge to make it so.
Because of that special dough
When the Romulans did appear
The sandwich would not clear
His throat so he could order
“Data, warp 8 to the boarder!”
Now, over 20 years have passed
And his days in Starfleet amassed
In history books where stories are told
Of his feats, both brave and bold.
But there is one footnote aside
About the one mission that was tried.
Enterprise and crew were almost lost
Until Number One grabbed and tossed
The multi-grain demon across the bridge
Striking Worf upon his ridge,
And then he slapped Picard on the back
Which caused the Captain to go “Hack-ack-ack.”
Worf thought that meant aim and fire
Photons and phaser banks entire.
When the weapons were all depleted
And Picard was finally seated
Worf peeled the sandwich from his head
Took a bite and boldly said,
“Needs mustard.”
Filed under 2019, poetry by author, Star Trek
Photo finish Friday: “Lights out”
Traffic indecisive.
There once was a light in town
that folks just couldn’t get around.
Red, yellow, and also green:
all colors could be seen.
It glowed all day and night —
strong was the town’s light plight.
They couldn’t get anywhere
with that light hanging in the air.
Stuck at a standstill they were;
no thought or action could occur.
Nobody knew what to expect
or which color light to select.
Green meant they should go,
yellow meant I don’t know,
And red meant do no more,
keep your brake down to the floor.
So there were wrecks and bottlenecks
and people who couldn’t trek.
The town was in full mess.
What to do was anyone’s guess.
Then one day in the dead of night
with hoods on to block the light
people stumbled and bumbled around
until they cut the light Hydra down.
They hung it in the town museum
where folks now can come and see them:
all three bright lights —
glowing both day and night.
But they attached a timer switch
so even those caught in its twitch
have a chance to get away
on this, April Fool’s Day.
So, if you ever come to town
and feel life has you down,
go where others have already gone
and watch the lights shine on and on.
–photo and poem by David E. Booker
Filed under 2016, photo by David E. Booker, poetry by author
O’ weekend
Oh, where is my weekend
my kindly ol’ weekend
the one meant to take me away?
I am ready right now
like an old bell on a cow
to clamor and clapper away
to ring in once again
to announce Let Us Begin
the start of a weekend day.
The sunlight upon me
swoops down to taunt me
and lead my old cow astray.
With its bell it’s ringing
and its low moo it’s singing
for the start of some fun today.
So, where are you my weekend
my kindly ol’ weekend
come now and take me way.
–by David E. Booker
Filed under 2016, poetry by author
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