Tag Archives: pun
Haiku and photo: “Know-where”

Know-where
Nowhere, you know me /
Alone in your majesty. /
Find you and you me.
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Filed under 2021, haiku, Poetry by David E. Booker
Monday morning writing joke: “Happy”
Filed under 2021, Monday morning writing joke
Photo finish Friday: “Sun flower”

Sun flower
Our star was green once: /
gas and strange forms — blooming now /
with light and life.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #sun #sunflower #blooming #life #photooftheday #thursday #july #2020 #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #knoxville #tennessee #star #life
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Haiku and photo: “Pepper post”

Pepper post
Ripened in the sun /
Hot pepper resting and red /
Summer spiciness.
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Haiku and photo: “Back down”

Back down
Back down to the floor. /
Heart upward toward the ceiling. /
Belly scratch ready.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #belly #heart #back #floor #ceiling #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #photooftheday #poemoftheday #july #monday #2021
Haiku and photo: “Bee at peace”

Bee at peace
Rest in my window. /
Recumbent under glass. /
Cryptic bee at peace.
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#poem #haiku #davidebooker #sunday #poetry #poet #writing #writer #may #2019 #bee #cryptic #rest #window #death #pun #recumbent #oldnorthknoxville
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Filed under 2019, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
Haiku and photo: “Donut Do not”

Donut Do not
Raccoon’s arrival. /
Donut know he’s being watched. /
Sweet Spring on a string.
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#poem #haiku #davidebooker #poet #writing #writer #may #2019 #sunday #raccoon #donut #spring #sweet
Photo finish Friday: “Hip-oh”

I don’t know who is showing the most hip, but I can guess who is being the most cheeky in this photo.
Is this a drunken, African version of the Running of the Bulls? The Hightailing Away from the Hippopotamus? Or would that be Hippopotami?
Oh my
the hippopotami
have come to try
and drive me away.
I undressed
to my birthday best
to take my rest
on a hot day.
I did not know
it was no place to go
that I could not show
my full display.
I have caused unrest
put nature to the test
because I undressed
and tried to stay.
One big old brute
did not like my birthday suit
so I gave him the salute
and he huffed my way.
With no pants
I had little chance
to make a stance
or have my say.
I now must leave
but please don’t grieve
and don’t yet believe
I am human filet.
Filed under 2021, photo, Photo Finish Friday, Poetry by David E. Booker
