Time
Now is elastic, /
Memory stretches then, /
Next shrinks away.
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Tag Archives: time
Haiku to you Thursday: “Never ending”
You can have it all. /
Except not at the same time. /
The truth never ends.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker
Monday morning writing joke: “It ain’t write, I tell you”
Two writers went to the same doctor’s office on the same day. She told each one he didn’t have long to live.
“It’s awful,” said the first writer. “I’m right in the middle of a novel and she’s only given me six months to live. I’ll never get it finished. What about you?”
“It’s awful for me, too,” said the second writer. “She gave me three years to live.”
“Three years!” the first writer said. “Three years! What’s so awful about that?”
“I write short stories,” the second writer said. “And I’m fresh out of ideas.”
Filed under 2020, joke by author, Monday morning writing joke
Haiku to you Thursday: “Know, watch”
Know is not knowing /
Then how can you consider /
This watch, but not time?
Filed under 2019, Haiku to You Thursday
Haiku to you Thursday (and photo): “Cake”
Birthday cake, candles, /
ice cream, and time sliced into /
wishes and treasures.
Filed under 2018, photo by David E. Booker, poetry by author
Haiku to you Thursday: “Foolish”
I fear most being /
a fool before time and space /
when I could have been…
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Haiku to you Thursday: “Open tapestry”
Open tapestry /
spinning forward the empty wheel /
time fulfilling yarn.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
You
If desire were a moment,
I’d beg time to stand still
and I would fill it with memories of
You.
Filed under love, poem, poetry by author, You
The heist of some lifetime
Dear Congress,
I want my hour back.
The one you stole from me
To take up all the slack
Of saving energy.
A supercilious stance
Of the previous administration
Is giving me morning headaches
And hours of constipation.
Spring has not yet sprung
But an “extra” hour blooms
We’re supposed to use less fossil fuels
But you were a fool to assume.
You now fight over light bulbs
Some invoking “my right to chose.”
Yet, when robbing me of one hour,
You said I had nothing to lose.
There is no proof this hour
Is saving the country power.
I get up in the night, turn on several lights
As I make my way to the shower.
I use more electricity
As I start each day of work
All because you fell asleep
And forgot to think. What jerks.
You pander to the lobbyist
And engage in high mediocrity.
All the time wasting hours
On political pomposity.
By making daylight longer.
As I’m driving more for less
On gas I’ve forced to squander
While you show little or no regrets.
I’m losing sleep because I cannot be
Awake while the sun still shines
But with a jerk, the hour to start work
Finds me ever more behind.
I want my hour back.
The one you stole from me
And do not counterattack
With your light bulb skullduggery.
Even though my eyes are bleary
And my outlook a bit less cheery
I can still see quite clearly
And let you know sincerely:
I want my hour back.
The one you stole from me
To take up all the slack
Of saving energy.
The heist of some lifetime
Filed under Cartoon, heist, humor, poem, poetry, political humor, politicians, satire, story poem, theater of the absurd
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