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Haiku to you Thursday: “Nip”

The nip of winter /

a small feral animal /

happy to see you.

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Haiku to you Thursday: “Pain”

Pain is a song /

whose melody is as true /

as its words are inadequate.

[Editor’s note: a modified haiku structure, varying a little from the 5 syllable, 7 syllable, 5 syllable structure. Still, I believe it carries the spirit of a haiku.]

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Haiku to you Thursday: “Things”

My things talk to me. /

My fellow humans do not. /

“Beep,” I say to you.

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Haiku to you Thursday: “Rope”

Before the morning sun, /

we hurl our love into space: /

a rope to pull us along.

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Relate

Bloviate, expectorate
sniffle, drivel
prevaricate.

Chronic hate, cheat on mate
snivel, quibble,
not so great.

Reprobate, a tyrant’s slate
uncivil, drivel
expropriate.

Disassociate, oh too late
swivel, shrivel
unsubstantiate.

Violate, grope a date
piddle, riddle
desecrate.

Obviate, end of state
cripple middle
subjugate.

–by David E. Booker

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Haiku to you Thursday: “Alms”

Lawnmowers silenced /

Crippled grass cries out for rain: /

alms for the parched Earth.

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Photo finish Friday: “Ode from a deliquescing pumpkin

Ode from a deliquescing pumpkin

Ode from a deliquescing pumpkin

I was once a pumpkin:
Now I am a mess.
The party night is over
And I wait to deliquesce.

The treats have been handed out
Some to children too bold
Who think that a cigarette
Is not a sign you’re too old.

They came in hoards and cars
As if the end of time was near
From close by and far way
Some with the scent of beer.

I was once orange and in my prime
Round and succulent to behold.
But now I deliquesce
As I grow a little mold.

I will not make Thanksgiving
Which I hear is a special holiday
Where pumpkins become pie
And make taste buds say, “Yay!”

I hope you will remember me
As I slump into the earth.
Don’t think of me as too scary
But with a little mirth.

And next year at this time
Decorate one of my kin
And the season of the spooks
Can once again begin.

–by David E. Booker

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