Extended magazine of inaction.
Give ‘em.
Give ’em a gun; give ’em a Bible. /
Watch as they turn and go tribal. /
“An Act of God,” is their refrain /
as the children cry out in pain.
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Filed under 2015, poem, poet, poetry, poetry by author, Poetry by David E. Booker, satire, Uncategorized
Whisper
Falling leaves of fall /
whisper their dying refrain: /
winter is coming.
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Your rose
Your rose, dressed in rain, /
whispers down memory lane: /
wordless, its refrain.
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Your rose
Your rose, dressed in rain, /
whispers down memory lane: /
wordless, its refrain.
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#refrain #rose #rain #whispers #memory #wordless #poem #poetry #haiku #photo #davidebooker #talltalestogo #oldnorthknoxville #may #thursday #052622 #2022
There once was a man from Ft. Wayne.
Whose bride nearly drove him to abstain.
Little sex, no thrills –
She was all “porcupine quills” –
Until he sang songs with bawdy refrains.
Filed under limerick, poetry by author, Random acts of poetry
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