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Haiku to you Thursday: “Passing seasons”

Winter, quietly. /

Summer, intensely. /

Fall and Spring, without regrets.

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Photo finish Friday: “Chicken”

A special delicacy, if you can stomach it.

A special delicacy, if you can stomach it.

Chicken

by David E. Booker

Boneless Skinless Children’s Thighs.
Picked up a pack and to my surprise
The taste just hit me right between the eyes:
chicken.

Didn’t matter how I had them made:
Sautéed, fried, or in a marinade.
One small taste did all to persuade:
chicken.

I even tried eleven herbs and spices.
Mixed in rice, lettuce, and tomato slices.
It did not matter what culinary devices:
chicken.

I consulted a cannibal from a foreign land.
Who said such boneless thighs would not stand.
Children were not on his diet plan:
chicken.

Boneless Skinless Children’s Thighs.
I saw the ad right before my own eyes.
I handed the neighbors’ kids over with no good-byes:
chicken.

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Haiku to you Thursday: “Tastes”

Without your whisper /

my ear hears only stale words. /

Summer tastes empty.

[Editor’s note: This is a variation on the Haiku posted last Thursday, entitled “Silence.”]

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The King’s Burden

The King’s Burden

by David E. Booker

The king sat high upon his throne, /
A tear upon his eye. /
He shook his head in a sad, sad way /
And asked himself, “Oh, why?” /
His quest had failed, his journey ended /
Without the Holy Grail. /
He searched for reasons in his wounded heart /
But his search was to no avail. /
Try as he might, his burdened remained /
And haunted him day and night. /
He had done his best, better than the rest /
But still his heart wasn’t right. /
He raised his sword, struck down a gourd /
Ready for one last try. /
Yet returned the tears and the dark fears /
And doubts and cries of “Why?!” /
O’ let this be a grave lesson learned: /
Beware charging up Death’s ridge. /
With sword in hand, you may march into a land /
Only to cross over Failure’s bridge.

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Haiku to you Thursday: “Silence”

Silence tastes empty. /

Without your whisper, my ear /

hears only stale words.

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Haiku to you Thursday: “Corn”

Ear of golden corn; /

kernels snap free in my mouth. /

July between my teeth.

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Haiku to you Thursday: “First day”

Full moon fading West. /

Orange-red rays stroke the East. /

Summer’s first day.

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