Night visitor
Ancient face abounds;
Deep into the night it shines.
See in darkness home.
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Filed under 2020, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
Flapjacks
Flapjacks, rising stack, /
Griddled on an old stove top. /
Winter day sizzle.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #flapjacks #pancakes #winter #stove #griddle #oldnorthknoxville #photooftheday #davidebooker #tennessee #knoxville #january #monday #2021
Filed under haiku, Photo by Beth Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
Almost
Spring is almost there /
Budding slightly beyond sight /
And Winter’s dark cane.
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#spring #winter #bud #cane #sight #poem #poetry #poet #davidebooker #photo #oldnorthknoxville #knoxville #tennessee #saturday #january #2020 #haiku
Filed under 2020, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
Colors
Colors of winter. /
Snow and holy berries, /
Grace within the cold.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #hollyberries #winter #color #snow #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #tennessee #january
Filed under 2018, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
• An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television, getting drunk, and smoking cigars.
• A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.
• A bar was walked into by the passive voice.
• An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.
• Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”
Filed under 2020, Monday morning writing joke
There once was a writer named Elf,
Who wanted to see all his books up on the shelf.
In bookstores and in homes
He wanted his stories to roam.
So he hid them among Santa’s present wealth.
A cup of Mercury
I swallowed from the cup of Mercury
to cover my absurdity.
The ambrosia of Venus
was cloudy in toxic meanness.
I raised a toast to ol’ Earth
the land of mirth and birth.
I’d thought I’d reached the stars
but was only a sip of Mars.
“Here’s mud in your eye,”
I said to Jupiter by and by.
I left a ring around Saturn —
just following an old pattern.
I drank from Uranus
though you thought me an ignoramus.
Things got kind of blurry
drinking from Neptune in such a hurry.
I got blotto on Pluto —
as a planet I couldn’t let go.
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There once was a poet from Nice
Who one day lost his only valise.
Full of rhyme and reason
He had town’s folk believin’
Until it was found they’d be no peace.
WRITER: Comedy comes from pain.
AGENT: Then this meeting is hilarious.
Filed under 2020, Monday morning writing joke
There once was writer from Chicago,
Who fancied himself a hero in Key Largo.
So, he packed up his crap,
But misread his map,
And is living near zero in Fargo.
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