Summer’s verdant leaves /
Whisper to the shaggy grass: /
Birds love us the best.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Whisper”
Summer’s verdant leaves /
Whisper to the shaggy grass: /
Birds love us the best.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker
Haiku to you Thursday: “Tears of joy”
Love’s an empty town /
With only the clown around /
Tears of joy greet you.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker
Haiku to you Thursday: “The Stargazer”
The stargazer grieves /
for the love he left behind /
fading into daylight.
Monday morning writing joke: “Love at first pants”
There once was a writer of Romance /
Who had a stance on love at first glance. /
It was hard for him to believe /
Or even try to conceive /
That it could be done while still wearing your pants.
Filed under 2019, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Haiku to you Thursday: “Hanging the Moon”
Let us hang the Moon /
Tonight and forever: /
You, me, Sun, and Love.
Filed under 2019, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Photo finish Friday (and haiku): “Waffle”
Whipped cream mountain kiss, /
Berries touching a waffle, /
Subtly love comes.
Haiku to you Thursday: “Only one”
Love hangs on a cross, /
the object of endless quests. /
The hero does not.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Haiku to you Thursday: “Fall wind”
The wind and the truth /
whirl with autumn’s brittle edge. /
Leaves and love are brown.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
O’ this Problematic
O’ this problematic /
of all that is quite antic /
stands in ways dramatic /
at the lover’s front door. /
But it would be most ecstatic /
and even a touch fantastic /
to touch your life elastic /
once upon a time once more. /
Though time be a bit erratic /
and full of senseless static /
like a radio set to bombastic /
’tis you my heart adores. /
And though life is all to plastic /
with desires trifling spastic /
my mind trips the light romantic /
in wishing for amour. /
So, redact moments miasmic /
and reach for ones orgasmic /
and travel beyond the didactic /
until we reach each other’s door. /
–David E. Booker
Filed under 2017, poetry by author
Haiku to you Thursday: “Flawed and cracked”
He stole her best years.
All he left her was his love:
flawed and cracked; she smiled.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
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