Running late. /
Will be there shortly. /
Incomplete.
[Editor’s note: Most haiku are 5 syllables for the first line, 7 syllables for the second line, and 5 syllables for the third line. This one is another shortened version with a structure of 3/5/3.]
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
A new start /
often begins with /
“It’s over.”
[Editor’s note: Most haiku are 5 syllables for the first line, 7 syllables for the second line, and 5 syllables for the third line. This one is a shortened version with a structure of 3/5/3.]
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Morning comes with love /
unpacked each day when I see /
the light in your eyes.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
An Act of God
It was an Act of God, we said
that killed the children and made them dead.
There was no other answer so
for why the children had to go.
The triggers were pulled, the bullets fast
and it was God when made them past.
Oh why, oh why would God do so?
But “An Act of God” is all we know.
We now put guns in our parks
in case of criminals there in the dark
acting out God’s will, you know
culling the herd of those too slow
to pull a gun and aim it fast
to squeeze the trigger and make it blast
the muzzle to thunder with God’s own voice.
After all, you know, we have no choice.
“It’s An Act of God,” we will say
when the police take us away
and we’ll utter that magical chant
and our actions we won’t recant
when the body’s pulled into the light
of the child who’d hidden in fright
thinking we were the ones to fear
and how that now seems so queer
that we would be the ones to fear.
Yes, we would be the ones to fear.
Written by David E. Booker
Inspired by this political insanity: http://nashvillepublicradio.org/post/top-republicans-say-theyll-oppose-proposal-let-guns-tennessee-capitol
which is part of this: http://aattp.org/tennessee-state-rep-proclaims-child-shootings-an-act-of-god-like-bicycle-accidents/
Background information: http://www.knoxnews.com/news/state/haslam-expresses-major-concerns-about-gunsinparks-bill_96846738
and http://www.knoxnews.com/news/state/tennessee-mulls-removing-control-over-guns-in-parks
Filed under 2015, poetry by author
One size rarely fits all — except possibly to entice all to fits.
Fit
Yard Sale – we have hot pants!
Stop! Buy today and take a glance.
Try a pair – they’re over there
Under the bicycle kit for repair.
“Women’s Plus Size Petite Pants”
Marketing words meant to entrance.
That’s how they’re being sold online.
They can be yours: they once were mine.
Wore them once and put them away.
“Petite, my ass,” is all I’ll say.
But they’re a treasure beyond all measure
and they’re here today to give you pleasure.
Yard Sale – we have hot pants.
Stop! Buy today and give them a chance.
You want a pair, I know you do.
Make that two or three or quite a few.
–Photo and poem by David E. Booker
And now there is rain /
The boom of thunder echoing /
Your name in my heart.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
There once was a writer from Spokane /
who did his best output in the can. /
Flushed with success, /
he created such a mess /
and ruined his one and only fan.
[Editor’s note: writing joke in the form of a limerick. It might not be the last one as April is Poetry Month. You have been warned.]
Filed under 2015, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
My insanity: /
the only thing keeping me /
well … kind of … normal.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Road sign overhead reads: /
“EXPECT POTHOLES, USE CAUTION” /
Would prefer asphalt.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
What did the guru say?
I went into the woods today
a question on my mind.
I did not expect it,
but a guru I did find.
Young and fair of hair,
she sat in the eye of a thatch.
Bright were her clothes,
brightest thing in the wooded patch.
I approached with care
afraid I might frighten her away.
She bade me come closer,
“Do you have a question today?”
I said that I did
and proceeded to try to ask.
It was about triskaidekaphobia,
but she said that would simply pass.
“It’s a silly number
falling on a Friday.
If that is all you have,
then you have no reason to stay.”
I turned to leave her,
feeling suitably rebuffed
when she said she had a question
if I thought I had the right stuff.
Then she paused a minute
and I told her I would try.
She said she wanted to know
about this day they called pie.
“What types of pie,” she asked,
“will there be on pie day?
If I come out of the woods
can I taste whatever I may?”
I thought it through a minute
then realized what she meant
but if she were looking pie
this might not be her event.
I told her 3.1415 was
what this day was about.
She looked up to the sky
and then I heard her shout:
“Just another lousy number
when all I wanted was a slice.
Take two radii and form a wedge
of blackberry would be nice.
“Add a scoop of ice cream
to this little wedge of pie.
Is that too much to ask?”
and then I heard her cry.
I quietly left the woods
tiptoeing over roots and rocks
vowing never to complain
to a guru with golden locks.
–photo and poem by David E. Booker
Filed under 2015, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
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