Each year I am born /
and each day I begin life /
are fodder for dreams.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Birthday”
Each year I am born /
and each day I begin life /
are fodder for dreams.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Photo finish Friday: “Time’s up”
The spring has sprung
Savings Time has fell
and here comes idiocy
cold as hell.
Daylight Savings Time
by David E. Booker
Time to lose an hour
What else can I say?
It’s coming March 8th,
Early A-M that day.
Clocks will spring forward
Even though I may not.
An hour will disappear
But in my body, not forgot.
Charge ahead we must
Into this time-warped fray.
It is a stupid thing
to give an hour away.
‘Tis a great shenanigan
A political cluster duck
That has led us to this day
With which we now are stuck.
So when you go to vote
Remember who took away
This hour of sleep or fun,
And all without any pay.
Filed under 2015, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author, Writing Prompt
Haiku to you Thursday: “Drip”
Snow melts: drip, drip, drip. /
Ice rattles down the gutter. /
Slowly spring creeps in.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Know”
“Do you know the truth?” /
the street corner preacher asks. /
I point to the curb.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Watch”
I watch you sleeping /
the drugs doing all I can’t — /
except loving you.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Haiku to you Thursday: “Soft shell”
I move your blanket. /
The soft shell against night’s chill /
has exposed your skin.
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Random act of poetry: “Evening”
Oh, heaven in my bed
I lay me down when enough is said.
It has been a tiring day:
with bills and chores and problems that stay.
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray my slumber be not too steep.
For if I die before I wake
there will be hell to pay, make no mistake!
[Okay, so it’s not a writing tip. Been a busy day, including an unexpected bill for $600. And now I’m in the middle of baking a Valentine’s cake for my daughter’s class tomorrow. –Poem and commentary by David E. Booker]
Filed under poetry by author
cARtOONSDAY: “bE mINE”
No matter where he looked or how hard he tried, Willard the Writer could not find the Valentine inspiration he needed.
Filed under cartoon by author, CarToonsday
Haiku to you Thursday: “Runaway”
The sun runs away. /
Ice reflects the orbless sky. /
Stars wander alone.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Dr. Godot”
Wearing paper pants /
waiting for Doctor Godot /
Kafka is my nurse.
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