Asters yellow
Asters yellow blooms. /
A virus on corn flowers. /
No vaccine or masks.
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“Asters yellow”
Filed under 2021, haiku, Old North Knoxville, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poem, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
Imagine, if you will…
Imagine, if you will…
Imagine, if you will,
A people so shrill,
They scream for their rights,
But are ready to kill.
Responsibility — not theirs
And they have no cares,
Except to fight,
When asked to community share.
To wear a simple mask
Is an onerous task,
And with all their might,
Many refused to get vaxxed.
They have their excuses
Or claim it’s all ruses.
It’s all government oversight
Or power abuses.
The hospitals are clogged,
And the cases are logged,
“Unvaccinated flight”
Leaves healthcare workers agog.
Now children are dying,
But GOP politicians are crying.
They say their dead right
To stop even trying.
Go get some invermectin,
Or your grandma’s canning pectin.
Take it tonight to fight
Left-wing insurrection.
It will rid you of parasites
And any sense of the real right,
Like civil responsibility,
To all lives: one and many.
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Filed under 2021, photo, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker, political humor, politicians
“The Glade”
The Glade
Yes, the irony /
Is clear to me /
How you define being brave. /
If it can be done /
With your gun, /
Then my life can’t be saved. /
But wear a mask /
A simple task /
And you holy rant and rave. /
Over your dead body, /
And this said hotly, /
You to the world vouchsafe. /
Your creed is clear. /
It is death you hold dear, /
A charging bull in the glade. /
For another’s life /
No sacrifice /
Can ever or today be made. /
Compassion has died, /
Empathy hied, /
But with your gun you’re brave. /
You’re cold, dead hands /
Stretch across this land, /
But there is nothing to save. /
That shot in your arm /
You feared would cause you harm, /
Has no hope for you today. /
You’re the Bull Without the Mask /
And your soul’s task /
Is to drive life forever from the glade.
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Filed under 2021, guns, poem, Poetry by David E. Booker, rhyming poetry
Poem and photo: “Covet-19 Blues”
COVET-19 Blues
The feeling that you get,
When someone you know is let
In line in front of you.
You are not a high risk dame
Or a gunsel of the same,
But it is a crime and shame, true.
You want to get the stick,
Feel the vaccine do its trick
And tell the virus, “Screw you.”
You’ve waited patiently,
A patient you don’t want to be —
It is worse than the flu.
Then this feeling you get — mean,
Some call it COVET-19,
Because a friend beat you through.
Hey, we’re of the same young age.
We ain’t old enough to be a sage—
So screw you, too.
You say it when no one’s there.
It’s a feeling that you dare not share,
This COVET-19 Blues.
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