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Haiku to you Thursday: “Tapioca and Toothpicks”

Some days are toothpicks. /

Some days are tapioca. /

Some days they collide.

Tapioca and toothpicks

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Haiku to you Thursday: “New Hope”

Yesteryear or now /

Wind driven or motorized /

Welcome to your home.

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Photo finish Friday (and haiku): “See me”

My beauty is now /
In this moment, at this place. /
See me; see yourself.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #see #beauty #me #yourself #lily #oldnorthknoxville #knoxville #tennessee #flower

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Photo finish Friday: “Tudoring”

The reign in Splain Falls /

manely on the plane. /

And what misses goes down in Seine. /

I cried a river when you road the train. /

Me heart aorta be of a tougher strain. /

The reign in Splain Falls /

manely on the plane. /

It splatters against the window, /

but I feel no pane.

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Photo finish Friday: “En-title-meant”

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May 8, 2020 · 2:47 am

Photo finish Friday: “Purple Iris”

Iris unto time /

A moment of beauty held /

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gentle and then lost.

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Photo finish Friday: “Give hope”

In a time of need /

Give a little of yourself /

The need is always.

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Photo finish Friday (and haiku): “Shadows”

Light bends, shadows fall

World is canvas for us all

Painting winter’s world.

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Photo finish Friday (and haiku): “Protesters in the rain”

Remember your heart

when you take your mind and storms

for a rainy walk.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Hell”

There once was a writer from Hell

Who could tell his stories quite well.

Full of fire and hate

They kept his readers up late –

And then there was their god awful smell.

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