Winter Laughs
The New Year arrives
Old Man Winter has a laugh
His cold strokes your hopes.
.
.
#winter #laughs #newyear #oldmanwinter #cold #hopes #haiku #poem #poetry #haiga #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #010113t #010125p #january #wednesday #2025
New Year’s Eve 2019
Tomorrow somewhere /
a New Year has begun. Here /
the old treatments linger.
.
.
#haiku #poem #poetry #poet #cancer #writing #writer #davidebooker #newyear #treatment #linger #tomorrow #knoxville #tennessee #thompsoncancersurvivalcenter #tuesday #2019 #123119 # haiga
Hope
All hope has left is /
the first day of the year. /
Santa walks away.
.
.
#hope #santa #left #firstday #walks #away #photo #poem #poetry #senryu #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #january #sunday #010123 #2023
Dear 2023
Dear 2023,
What type of year will you be?
Wild and free
Or consternating me?
O’ 2023,
Could I have a word?
Is it absurd
For me not to have heard
What type of year you will be?
I don’t want to own you.
Not even bone you
But if I phone you,
Would you be the right date for me?
.
.
#2023 #poem #poetry #cartoon #humor #davidebooker #december #saturday #123122 #2022
Filed under 2022, Cartoon, humor, poem, poetry, poetry by author, Poetry by David E. Booker
Gentle are the hopes
Open are the promises
Lighting the New Year.
Another year lapses /
Burdened with what might have beens: /
Tomorrow whispers.
Filed under 2019, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
A simple writing tip to start the New Year. /
I will say it once, so gather round here. /
Whatever you may do about beginnings and ends /
When sitting on the throne do not hours spend. /
Your poem you will not complete before other deeds are done. /
And your legs and your feet will be the slumbering ones. /
Your audience, too, may have abandoned you. /
They may find what you have done not the best you can doo-doo.
Simple tip to start out the New Year. Do not write a completed poem while sitting on the commode. Before you’re finished, your legs — if not your audience — will be numb and asleep.
Filed under 2019, Writing Tip Wednesday, writing tips
The New Year arrives
Old Man Winter has a laugh
His cold strokes your hopes.
Mary Christmas, wherever you are.
Let us Harold in a New Year.
Commentary: in case you are wondering, this is an actual sign in the small city where I live. I could not win a spelling bee if thrown into one, but I do know that Merry can be Mary, and Mary Christmas could be the name of somebody, but usually it Merry before Christmas, and maybe after Christmas, too. I also know we all have our crosses to bare, and some of them can be more of a bear than others, but sometimes we bare our crosses in ways that might make Mary merry, especially with Harold around. Here’s hoping we can all find a dictionary in 2012 when we need one.
Some suggestions for bringing in the New Year
Japan: Omisko, New Year’s Eve, has been celebrated for several centuries, often with the ringing of a bell 108 times. This symbolizes repenting for each of the 108 bonno (moral desires) identified in Buddhism. (I didn’t know I had that many.)
Russia: In Moscow and probably other cities, many folks spend the final moments of the old year in silence. They write down wishes for the new year, burn them, pour the ashes into a wine glass, pour champagne in the glass, then drink the ash-infused wine, ensuring the wishes will come true. Bottoms up!
And if that is not enough of the grape for you, you can, as they do in Spain, eat twelve (12) grapes at midnight, one for each chime of the clock. This is supposed to bring good luck to each month of the coming year. There might still be time to go out and buy some grapes.
Then, when done with all your celebrating, be a mad Dane and take your plates to the homes of the people your love and break your dishes in their lawns. For full effect, you can recite some of Hamlet’s soliloquy: “To be a (broken dish) or not to be (a broken dish), that is the question….” Despite the apparent madness of this gesture, if you wake up and find a lot of broken dishes on your lawn, it is, in Denmark, a sign that you have many friends, or at least people who don’t want to do their dishes. This is, of course, hard to do with paper and plastic plates. But instead maybe you can set fire to them, after you write wishes on the bottoms, then drink to your friends’ health, and leave the empty plastic wine glass on their lawns. Toss in a dozen grapes for good measure, ring a bell 108 times outside their bedroom windows, and you might have all the bases covered for a wonder-filled 2012. After all, that’s the American Way.
Happy New Year!
Filed under 2012, celebration, humor, New Year
Booker's Blog 