The motes in the sun /
bloom larger with each movement /
downward into snow.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Motes”
The motes in the sun /
bloom larger with each movement /
downward into snow.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Table”
The best linen rests /
surrounded by plates and pie. /
Scraps become compost.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Trees”
Trees undress for Fall. /
Dance naked to Winter’s wind. /
Entice Spring’s young eyes.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Carving up the profits”
A turkey and a writer walked into a local bar.
The turkey thought the writer could make him a flying star.
“I’ll tell you my life story and then you’ll write it down.
“And we’ll split all the profits when a publisher is found.”
The writer had heard such talk and promises before,
But with his feathers spread, the turkey was too big to ignore.
Getting to the heart of the matter.
The writer reached into his tattered pocket and drew out his carving knife.
What happen next to the turkey, we’re not sure we can ever tell
Only that the poor writer liked the bird, but only medium well.
Now, let this be a lesson about where the writer will start.
The pen may be mightier than the sword, but the knife can cut to the heart.
–by David E. Booker
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Tickle”
Grass grows green somewhere. /
For now lawnmowers slumber. /
Rakes tickle the dead.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Juggling”
There once was a struggling writer in town /
Who made ends meet by being a clown. /
He could be quite the performer, /
Juggling balls on the street corner. /
But in his stories the balls always dragged the ground.
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I went to buy some camouflage trousers the other day but I couldn’t find any.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Journal”
Too long, no entry: /
bad, bad writer, no doughnut. /
Sprinkles word this page.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Penny and Pen”
Penny and a pen: /
discovered predawn treasures, /
abandoned futures.
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cARtOONSdAY: “pOEM tREAT”
If Willard liked how the trick-or-treater was dressed, he would give the goblin two poems.
Roses are read; /
Violets are blue. /
Candy is sweet, /
but this poem is, too.
Filed under 2015, cartoon by author, CarToonsday
Haiku to you Thursday: “Found”
Finally found me? /
You say you knew me back when, /
but I was not lost.
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