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Haiku to you Thursday: "The Stargazer"

The stargazer grieves /

for the love he left behind /

fading into daylight.

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Haiku to you Thursday: "Empty"

Empty as a pocket /

We compared mythologies /

Midnight to devastation.

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Haiku to you Thursday: “Know, watch”

Know is not knowing /

Then how can you consider /

This watch, but not time?

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Monday morning writing joke: “I killed her with laughter”

I killed her with laughter.
She lies dead on the floor.
For many many years
she I just tried to ignore.
She was a noisy neighbor
a Gladys Kravitz type
who took the smallest thing
and gave it biggest hype.
Then one sunny day,
I told her a joke.
It wasn’t very funny
but she began to choke.
I stood there and stared
wondering what I should do.
She made the choking sign
and I knew she was through.
I should have helped her –
this I know now –
but I was glad to be rid of her
that nosy neighbor cow.
The house she lived in
has strange new residents.
I hope to meet them
but their nose never relents.
In the middle of night
I’ll hear a freight train.
It’s charging through my bedroom!
I’m going insane!
I have been spying on them
to find out what I can do.
Then one of them came over
and started with a joke or two.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Barking vowels”

There once was a writer doggerel

Whose writing sounded as if you should gargle.

Rhymes and diphthongs

The words never got along

Sounding like the speech of a mongrel.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Chef from Kent”

There once was a chef from Kent

who knew not how her evening was spent.

With her panties aside

had she hitched up for a ride?

Or was that dampness some other condiment?

Story of a two ladies out late.

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Photo finish Friday (and haiku): “Feeding”

Grackle and woodpecker at a suet feeder.
Grackle and woodpecker vie for suet.

Grackle challenges /

The world in a winged moment. /

Woodpecker defends.

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