Is delight just a word
or will I find its candle
resting in your smile?
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Delight”
Is delight just a word
or will I find its candle
resting in your smile?
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Strawberry moon”
Strawberry moon ripens, /
descending the night sky /
into fields of dreams.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Defined”
Love is not defined /
except by the open heart /
and pain at parting.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Defined”
Love is not defined /
except by the open heart /
and pain at parting.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Straggler”
The straggler grieves /
for the love he left behind /
fading into daylight.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Love is…”
Purple Iris after a rain.
Love is a flower. /
Often too short a time /
but always a wonder.
Photo finish Friday: “Cold one”
Photo courtesy of Chris Brock.
The coldest beer in the USA
by David E. Booker
The coldest beer in the USA
Drive up and down the pike
Turn left or turn right
You won’t find another
As cold and as clear tonight.
My truck broke down.
My dog died suddenly
And my woman, she left me
Running off with my brother
What else bad can there be?
The coldest beer in the USA
Drive up and down the pike
Turn left or turn right
You won’t find another
As cold and as clear tonight.
My barber’s quiet frown
Says my hair’s gone astray
Fading from my head, more each day.
Being bald makes me shudder.
I cry and throw my comb away.
The coldest beer in the USA
Drive up and down the pike
Turn left or turn right
You won’t find another
As cold and as clear tonight.
One left and eleven down.
Empties rattle in the back.
Now here comes the local flack.
He’s after me and no other.
I sip the last of the twelve pack.
The coldest beer in the USA
Drive up and down the pike
Turn left or turn right
You won’t find another
As cold and as clear tonight.
Sitting in a cell downtown
Waiting to be shipped to the jail
Nobody left to throw my bail.
Then I see my dear ol’ brother.
The look of man about to fail.
The coldest beer in the USA
Drive up and down the pike
Turn left or turn right
You won’t find another
As cold and as clear tonight.
I give him my best frown.
He walks over and says to me:
“Brother forgive and let it be
“She ran off with yet another.
“Our half-brother who’d been at sea.”
The coldest beer in the USA
Drive up and down the pike
Turn left or turn right
Sadly, we can’t have another
On this cold and clear tonight.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Rush hour II”
Doppler whines and groans: /
Asphalt, tires, steel, and luck. /
Roadside trees wave bye.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Rush hour”
Car horns blare forth /
the frustration wound within. /
Sound steadies nothing.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Beggar”
Thunder bangs the glass, /
a beggar at my window /
demanding tribute.
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