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Photo finish Friday: “Dented boobs down at Big Don’s”

Photo by Victoria Kay. Location: Big Don the Costumier in Knoxville, TN.

Busted

Trusted bust /
collecting dust /
high up in my attic. /
Dented boobs. /
Maybe abused? /
Or was it just poor tactic?
If worn today /
who is to say /
if they would be less lactic?

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Random Acts of Poetry: “White feathers”

White feathers and flat tires: /
Lost dreams to which we aspire /
Ride the wild wind and rocky road /
As we struggle through life’s occluded code. /
We plug in experience and face neglect. /
We bet on love with a gambler’s regret. /
We dare to be bold, but run a timid race, /
Girding our loins, defending our space. /
The night is young, but the day is old. /
The young seek mercy; the old only scold. /
Wisdom is a feather forgotten by the roadside. /
We leave nothing to chance, not even the rock slide. /
We bury our tomorrows in things we bought /
And deal with the past as if it were a bill best forgot.

by David E. Booker

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O’ weekend

Oh, where is my weekend
my kindly ol’ weekend
the one meant to take me away?
I am ready right now
like an old bell on a cow
to clamor and clapper away
to ring in once again
to announce Let Us Begin
the start of a weekend day.
The sunlight upon me
swoops down to taunt me
and lead my old cow astray.
With its bell it’s ringing
and its low moo it’s singing
for the start of some fun today.
So, where are you my weekend
my kindly ol’ weekend
come now and take me way.

–by David E. Booker

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Photo finish Friday: “Duck, duck, goose”

Canada geese strolling through the Fellini Kroger parking lot.

Canada geese strolling through the Fellini Kroger parking lot.

Duck, duck, goose
trouble’s on the loose.
From Canada they came;
some honk like it’s a shame.
They’re looking for your bread.
They’ll take your buns instead.
Duck, duck goose
trouble’s on the loose.
You may stop and think —
but, yes, it’s going to stink.
And down at the Fellini,
they may even take your panini.

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Photo finish Friday: “Little brown apple”

Apple on a fence.

Apple on a fence.

I don’t know, but maybe I ought not
to have shoved this apple onto this spot.
For here it will remain
with no one to explain
as it shrivels away and begins to rot.

Poor little apple in my lunch
I spiked you away just on a hunch
that that brown spot
looked like food rot
and not something I’d want to munch.

Children are starving in places like China
or just down the street from a nearby diner.
Yet food by the bunches
goes uneaten after brunches
from fast-food shops and places much finer.

Bugs may come and have a heyday,
picking at the remains of the apple’s decay.
Eating away this fine shiner,
once bright as a light to a miner,
it’s soon dull and brown and shapeless as clay.

Good or evil? Oh, what have I done?
I’ve not fed the apple to anyone.
No nutrition for play.
Oh, how I’ve gone astray:
I should had eaten it or given it to someone.

I don’t know, but maybe I ought not
to have shoved this apple onto this spot.
For here it will remain
with no one to explain,
and even a homeless man will leave it to rot.

–by David E. Booker

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New Year’s Eve & Me

[Editor’s note: we interrupt the regularly scheduled Haiku to you to present this bit of rhyming poetry for the new year.]

by David E. Booker

New Year’s Eve and me

Aggrieved I must be

Because you won’t hear my plea

And let me be free.

Be free on this last day

This last day I must here stay

Trying to “make hay”

While others are out to play

Out to play and party

I must be here and be not tardy

I must work and be not lardy.

O’ why am I so dumb and not a smarty?

Not a smarty and be not free

Not free and here I must be

Must be here, being me,

Being me, being me, o’ woe is me

The not-so-life of the not-free party.

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Photo finish Friday: “Fellini K”

Large cow in parking lot of Fellini Kroger in North Knoxville, TN

Large cow in parking lot of Fellini Kroger in North Knoxville, TN

There’s a ghost in the machine-y
down there at the Fellini.
At hours day or night
you might catch a little fright
next to the freezer door
glass shattered on the floor.
Chicken flying through the air
frozen and landing without a care
down there at the Fellini
a sight just a little seamy.
Come down if you dare,
watch the show beyond compare.
The ghost may try to kill you
or someone may try to shill you
down there at the Fellini
down there at the Fellini.
A man with a two-foot sausage
squeezes it like a little hostage.
A large cow in the parking lot
says, “Take the udder slot”
down there at the Fellini
down there at the Fellini.
It has a Facebook page,
a Google listing all the rage.
Type in Fellini Kroger
or watch the show, if your bolder
down there at the Fellini
Fellini, Fellini,
down there at the Fellini,
Fellini, Fellini.

Photo and poem by David E. Booker

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