Guardian
Guardians quiet: /
Erect, constant, and unmoved. /
Weathering secrets.
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Photo finish Friday (and poem): “All is calm — maybe”
All is calm, all is bright. /
Tree is up and full of light. /
Blinded my neighbor across the street. /
His retinas are fried like old, dried meat. /
Santa, come and visit me soon. /
This tree’s so bright, it’s an envy of the moon. /
I’ve been good, the best I’ve been yet. /
I only have one or two things I regret. /
The body in the basement, well that doesn’t count. /
She ticked me off with her bouncy flounce. /
And that man in the meat locker, he was frigid to me. /
Said I had COVID. Now how can that be? /
No, Santa, I have been very very good. /
My tree is bright. My wants be as they should. /
All is calm, all is bright /
Unless you pass me by on this special night.
Filed under 2020, Photo Finish Friday, Poetry by David E. Booker
Photo finish Friday: “Go left at the fork”
Go left at the fork.
Go right at the spoon.
Go under the knife
And jump over the moon.
The banana split
During its salad days.
It was easy as pie
To cake walk away.
He’s such a dish.
She’s gone to pot.
They’re in a stew
That’s boiling hot.
His goose is cook.
Her mind is fried.
Don’t butter them up,
They’re raw inside.
If you egg her on
The yoke’s on you.
She’s no apple of your eye
By the time she’s through.
The tables will be turned.
The empty will satiate
As you’re rounding third
And trying to steal home plate.
Life is a pickle,
This you can’t deny.
It’s the pot or frying pan
No mater how hard you try.
You can stir up a frenzy.
You can sift through the rubble.
The ingredients are there
To pickle all your troubles.
When things are ajar
And you feel in a jam
Just remember life will gel
If you don’t act the ham.
Go left at the fork.
Go right at the spoon.
Go under the knife.
Do your dishes soon.
–David E. Booker
Filed under 2020, Photo Finish Friday, Poetry by David E. Booker
Haiku to you Thursday: “Morning Glory”
Morning glory
Morning glory, what’s /
your story as August leaves? /
Frost whispers your name.
Haiku to you Thursday: “Tapioca and Toothpicks”
Some days are toothpicks. /
Some days are tapioca. /
Some days they collide.
Haiku to you Thursday: “New Hope”
Yesteryear or now /
Wind driven or motorized /
Welcome to your home.
Photo finish Friday (and haiku): “See me”
My beauty is now /
In this moment, at this place. /
See me; see yourself.
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Photo finish Friday: “Tudoring”
The reign in Splain Falls /
manely on the plane. /
And what misses goes down in Seine. /
I cried a river when you road the train. /
Me heart aorta be of a tougher strain. /
The reign in Splain Falls /
manely on the plane. /
It splatters against the window, /
but I feel no pane.
Filed under 2020, Photo Finish Friday, Poetry by David E. Booker
