Control
I have lost control. /
My son, the basketball, swings /
freely in the park.
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“Control”
Filed under 2018, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poem, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
Haiku to you Thursday: “Fog”
Three men in a fog: /
Father, son, and their ghost — /
all haunting the sun.
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Monday morning writing joke: “Protagonist”
There once was a writer from Lexington /
Who had four daughters, but no son. /
He cried and he sighed /
And he wanted to know why. /
Then he made all his heroes be women.
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Two antennas met on a roof, fell in love and got married. The ceremony wasn’t much, but the reception was excellent.
Filed under 2015, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
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