Into the…
Into the bedroom, /
Cuddling, I took my snacks. /
No mask was required.
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“Asters yellow”
Asters yellow
Asters yellow blooms. /
A virus on corn flowers. /
No vaccine or masks.
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Haiku and photo: “Compassion”
Compassion
Know in your heart: /
we are each others’ keepers. /
Compassion isn’t cold.
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Imagine, if you will…
Imagine, if you will…
Imagine, if you will,
A people so shrill,
They scream for their rights,
But are ready to kill.
Responsibility — not theirs
And they have no cares,
Except to fight,
When asked to community share.
To wear a simple mask
Is an onerous task,
And with all their might,
Many refused to get vaxxed.
They have their excuses
Or claim it’s all ruses.
It’s all government oversight
Or power abuses.
The hospitals are clogged,
And the cases are logged,
“Unvaccinated flight”
Leaves healthcare workers agog.
Now children are dying,
But GOP politicians are crying.
They say their dead right
To stop even trying.
Go get some invermectin,
Or your grandma’s canning pectin.
Take it tonight to fight
Left-wing insurrection.
It will rid you of parasites
And any sense of the real right,
Like civil responsibility,
To all lives: one and many.
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Filed under 2021, photo, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker, political humor, politicians
Haiku and photo: “Riding home”
Riding home
Nostalgia dreaming: /
Brontosaurus pedals bike. /
Whimsy fills my breath.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Mask”
Mask
Abandoned or lost /
We will not find our way home /
By failing to care.
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Photo finish Friday: “Masked desires”
He didn’t understand why people were avoiding him. Granted, he had gotten up late, so he had to skip a few of the normal morning rituals, but he had showered the night before and brushed his teeth before he went to bed. And thus far this morning, he’d only had half a cup of tea. So, what was the big deal? His hair may have been a bit of a tangle, but his clothes were fresh.
He couldn’t understand it.
Then he understood it even less: women he didn’t know and had never met began giving him that slightly coy, come hither look. The one that starts with her glancing away when their eyes first meet, then with her head slightly cocked and her eyes slightly closed, she turns her gaze back to him and smiles that promisingly wicked half smile. One woman even circled her tongue over her lips.
They weren’t the type of women who were usually attracted to him, so why now?
He went to rest room in his office to comb his hair. Maybe they were making fun of him. That’s when he looked in the mirror.
He was frightened.
No, he was scared!
How could this be? Whom had he offended? What deity or person with near-divine powers had done this to him?
He tried to make a mental list of who could have done this to him. It was as much a list of distraction as a true list of candidates. There was Elinor over in accounting, whom he had snubbed at a company gathering. Not on purpose, but just the same. Then there was Bob, his neighbor, whose cat was always digging in his flowers. Not that he liked flowers all that much, but he liked the cat even less. And…
Sometimes the new you is thrust upon you.
He only hoped he didn’t wake up with a turkey face as the days left Halloween and drew closer to Thanksgiving.
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