“Do you know the truth?” /
the street corner preacher asks. /
I point to the curb.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Know”
“Do you know the truth?” /
the street corner preacher asks. /
I point to the curb.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Watch”
I watch you sleeping /
the drugs doing all I can’t — /
except loving you.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Soft shell”
I move your blanket. /
The soft shell against night’s chill /
has exposed your skin.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Runaway”
The sun runs away. /
Ice reflects the orbless sky. /
Stars wander alone.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Dr. Godot”
Wearing paper pants /
waiting for Doctor Godot /
Kafka is my nurse.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Whispers”
Wind whispers your name /
syllables ring with the chimes /
sweet, melodic hope.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Early Riser”
Light flows from windows. /
Early riser greets no one; /
Sun is late – again.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “New old”
A new year beckons /
Our chance to begin again /
wearing our old scars.
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New Year’s Eve & Me
[Editor’s note: we interrupt the regularly scheduled Haiku to you to present this bit of rhyming poetry for the new year.]
by David E. Booker
New Year’s Eve and me
Aggrieved I must be
Because you won’t hear my plea
And let me be free.
Be free on this last day
This last day I must here stay
Trying to “make hay”
While others are out to play
Out to play and party
I must be here and be not tardy
I must work and be not lardy.
O’ why am I so dumb and not a smarty?
Not a smarty and be not free
Not free and here I must be
Must be here, being me,
Being me, being me, o’ woe is me
The not-so-life of the not-free party.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Stubble”
Hard against life’s past /
old headstones, dead crops winter. /
Stubble knots dark ground.
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