If Wednesday were my /
lover, I’d carry her dew /
on my lips as hope.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Wednesday”
If Wednesday were my /
lover, I’d carry her dew /
on my lips as hope.
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Photo finish Friday: “Molar, molar”
A neighborhood child asked to pose for a photo before going to his first day of first grade, decided to “Jaws” the camera as his mother, in vain, attempted to capture his good side. But, wait, maybe she did.
by DAVID E. BOOKER
Molar, molar
will destroy ya.
Eat your toys
I will annoy ya.
Molar, molar
I’m your boy, yo
Cast you about
to and fro, yo.
Molar, molar
where’d you go? Oh
I ate a fat crow
and now you know, oh
little’s bros a go
for eattin’ so slow, oh.
Molar, molar
will destroy ya.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Tuesday”
If Tuesday were my /
lover, I’d breathe deep its scents, /
imbibing moments.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Monday”
If Monday were my /
lover, I’d caress its clouds /
and dabble in light.
[Writer’s note: This is the first in a series of haiku involving the days of week. It may work out; it may only work out somewhat; it may not work out at all. Only way to find out and read them as they appear and decide.]
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Bones”
Bones along the road /
speak of Passion’s empty end. /
Still, I long for you.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Snake”
Love puts forth a leaf. /
In my garden of desire /
the snake has purpose.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “All embracing”
All embracing — /
flowers, raindrops, light gone wild — /
wonder fills the day.
July 18, 2013 · 4:10 pm
Sunday silliness: “The Ewe Conundrum”
by DAVID E. BOOKER
Said the lama to the llama,
“I know not where ewe stands.”
Said the lama to the llama,
“To know would be rather grand.”
Said the lama to the llama
As they stood under the ewe tree,
Said the lama to the llama,
“O’ beast, can’t you tell me?”
Said the lama to the llama,
“You’re not like the little ewe.”
Said the lama to the llama,
“I could tell her what to do.”
Said the lama to the llama,
“Won’t you please enlighten me?”
Said the lama to the llama,
“To enlighten is to set free.”
Said the lama to the llama,
“Just one simple, single sign.”
Said the lama to the llama,
“One little sign would be just fine.”
Said the lama to the llama,
“Oh why, oh why, oh why?”
Said the lama to the llama,
“My patience you do try.”
Said the lama to the llama,
“I want an answer now!”
Said the lama to the llama,
“I should have brought a cow.”
Said the lama to the llama
After the llama spit in his eye,
Said the lama to the lama,
“I guess this means good-bye.”
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Ideology”
Ideology /
will save the world from itself /
and such is its shame.
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