Rhymed or blank verse?
Old words to live by, /
When life sucks and blows /
In the skin or soul.
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A cup of Mercury
I swallowed from the cup of Mercury
to cover my absurdity.
The ambrosia of Venus
was cloudy in toxic meanness.
I raised a toast to ol’ Earth
the land of mirth and birth.
I’d thought I’d reached the stars
but was only a sip of Mars.
“Here’s mud in your eye,”
I said to Jupiter by and by.
I left a ring around Saturn —
just following an old pattern.
I drank from Uranus
though you thought me an ignoramus.
Things got kind of blurry
drinking from Neptune in such a hurry.
I got blotto on Pluto —
as a planet I couldn’t let go.
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The King’s Burden
The King’s Burden
by David E. Booker
The king sat high upon his throne, /
A tear upon his eye. /
He shook his head in a sad, sad way /
And asked himself, “Oh, why?” /
His quest had failed, his journey ended /
Without the Holy Grail. /
He searched for reasons in his wounded heart /
But his search was to no avail. /
Try as he might, his burdened remained /
And haunted him day and night. /
He had done his best, better than the rest /
But still his heart wasn’t right. /
He raised his sword, struck down a gourd /
Ready for one last try. /
Yet returned the tears and the dark fears /
And doubts and cries of “Why?!” /
O’ let this be a grave lesson learned: /
Beware charging up Death’s ridge. /
With sword in hand, you may march into a land /
Only to cross over Failure’s bridge.
Filed under 2016, poetry by author
Photo finish Friday: “Gate”
Is the label (Gate) to help those coming or going?
Gate
Heavy lies the head
of the man whose heart is stone
Heavy lies the head
of the man who has no bone.
Heavy lies the head
of the man whose fate awaits
Heavy lies the head
of the face so out-of-place.
Heavy lies the head
whose face is in the clouds
Heavy lies the head
with cumulus for a shroud.
Heavy lies the head
when over my shoulder I look.
Heavy lies the head
in his hands he holds a book.
Heavy lies the head
seeking only mother’s love.
Heavy lies the head
a resting place for doves.
Heavy lies the head
whose shoes are granite bound.
Heavy lies the head
for they make yet not a sound.
Heavy lies the head
of the man whose spirit is light.
Heavy lies the head
you see it both day and night.
Heavy lies the head
his burden is my burden too.
Heavy lies the head
his words help me know what to do.
–photo by Beth Booker
–poem by David E. Booker
Filed under Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
Monday morning writing joke: “arresting development”
Cop to poet: “Did you meet her?”
Poet to cop: “I had no rhyme or reason to do so.”
Filed under Monday morning writing joke
Freeform Friday: “Stroke of Genius”
Stroke of Genius
by David E. Booker
O’ gods of justice and of light
Pause to consider this poor man’s plight.
He stands erect, with chain saw there
In place left best for underwear.
He yanks the cord with all his might
Hoping to overcome his limpid plight.
The motor chuffs; the man’s abrupt
Wondering loudly why nature interrupts.
He tugs and tugs and tugs once more
Imploring the gods: implore, implore.
Sweat from his face is running down
And he wants to toss saw to the ground.
Yet, one final time he assails his plight,
Stroking and stroking with all his might.
The engine coughs and sputters to life
Then its biting causes him new strife.
Putting something sharp where he ought not to.
Filed under Freeform Friday, poetry by author
Freeform Friday: Limerick: “That Sucks”
There once was a man of great flatulence,
who still manage to have quite a dalliance.
Though he gave a rousing toot,
she still managed her flag salute,
but was unsure which roused the smile on his countenance.
Might all depend on how you look at it.
Filed under Freeform Friday, poetry by author
Never more true
Where the skies are blue and the lions, too.
If worse comes to worst, start writing verse.
A rhyme in time will take your mind
away from this cursed ‘verse.
It will take you to worlds never you knew.
It will take you to worlds never more true.
Where the skies are blue and the lions are, too.
Filed under cartoon by author, poem, rhyming poetry
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