Somewhere
Somewhen and in there /
Flowing out and back again. /
Time’s arrow bending.
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“Guardian” haiku and photo
Guardian
Guardians quiet: /
Erect, constant, and unmoved. /
Weathering secrets.
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Saturday silliness: “Snowpocalypse”
The snowpocalypse has begun. /
We can no longer see the sun. /
To the stores we must run: /
White bread, beer, milk — until done. /
Oh, snow is so fun. /
The snowpocalypse has begun.
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#snow #pumpkin #panic #humor #poetry #poem #oldnorthknoxville #photooftheday #davidebooker #january #saturday
Blue on Blue
Blue on blue
Earth blue and sky blue /
White colors the square and clouds. /
Limbs and shadows paint.
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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
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.
#poem #poetry #rhyming #planets #glasses #november #Monday #2020 #mercury #venus #mars #jupiter #saturn #uranus #neptune #pluto #earth
Holiday making
Holiday making
Stirred and not shaken /
Holiday magic, mayhem? /
You decide for you.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #poet #photo #writer #writing #davidebooker #november #friday #2019 #holiday #holidays #stirred #shaken #oldnorthknoxville #tennessee #knoxville #magic #mayhem
Filed under 2020, Poetry by David E. Booker
Haiku to you Thursday: “More than Memories”
Mourn their memories
Pick a town, small town. /
Erase all the people there. /
More than memories.
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#haiku #poem #covid_19 #tennessee #town #november #thursday #2020 #deaths
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday
Haiku to you Thursday: “Writer”
Writer, noun, living. /
Writer, verb, conveying life. /
Writer, now, writing.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker
Haiku to you Thursday: “Debate”
Debate in our hearts /
In this season of our lives /
Affords us new growth.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker
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