Fright
Writer up all night /
succumbs to his story’s fright — /
no end in sight.
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“Fright”
Filed under 2024, haiku, photo, poem, poet, poetry, poetry by author, Poetry by David E. Booker
“Brushy Mountain”
Brushy Mountain
Watchers and watched speak /
Memories wet and cold as /
A Saturday rain.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Shelf adoration”
There once was a writer in a bookstore /
Of her novels, she wanted to see more. /
Up on the shelves /
She wanted them to dwell /
But first she had to do more than adore.
“Magic”
Magic
Books are phrased Magic /
Words shaped by the writer’s touch /
Sculpted on the page.
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“If I should meet”
If I should meet
If this author I should meet
In a bookstore or on the street
Will she autograph my books
Or give me ugly, sullen looks?
Will she shoo her hand and say,
“Old man just go away.”
Or will she take her pen in hand
And send me to the Promised Land?
Driving pen down into my heart
And ending life with a sudden start?
Or will she stop and graciously offer
To personalize the books I proffer?
Thanking me for supporting her
Though these works may be obscure?
If this author I should meet
On a bench or restaurant seat
Sadly, I’ll not have her books with me.
What a disappointment that will be.
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Filed under 2019, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
cARtOONSdAY: “Research”
Research
I am a writer. /
Thank you for asking, Bear. /
Dog and broom were mum.
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Filed under 2020, CarToonsday, haiku, Poetry by David E. Booker
Monday morning writing joke: “War writer”
There once was a writer of wars /
Who saw peace as a series of chores. /
When people put their arms away /
He had nothing to say, /
And at parties he was just one of the boors.
Filed under 2021, Monday morning writing joke
Monday morning writing joke: “Lying writer”
There once was a writer from downtown, /
Who took his rejection lying around. /
He would open his e-mail /
And read the words: “No Sale.” /
Then say, “No need to get up to get down.”
Filed under 2021, Monday morning writing joke
Monday (morning) writing joke: “Writer from the farm”
There once was a writer from the farm
Who thought writing could do no harm.
Then one day while he uttered
Poetry he scribbled near a cow’s udder,
She kicked him because she was not charmed.
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