Category: humor
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The New Year’s cat
Gray and white tabby sits on a stump bell around its neck watches me dig roots of dead trees the earth has heaved to the surface Gray and white tabby sits on a stump preening in the sun watches me watch him watching me Gray and white tabby jingles his boredom turns his back walks…
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Father Barzare
Father Barzare blesses 100 gallons of water Father Barzare loads it in a plane Father Barzare crop dusts his little Louisiana parish Father Barzare blesses saint and sinner Father Barzare blesses rich and poor souls Father Barzare blesses the cow, the pig, the chicken, the rat, the insect, snake and worm Father Barzare blesses the…
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Chatting at Pump #7
While pumping gas on a cold evening a man appears out of no where on gas pump TV. He starts up a conversation, offers me any size drink in a Polar Cup that’s guaranteed to keep my drink colder longer for only seventy-nine cents. I mutter who wants a cold drink on a cold day?…
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in the kingdom of the mad
In the Kingdom of the Mad fashionistas wear fur coats made from rabbits sold as Easter bunnies to little kids last spring but claim they are made of lemming fur torn off bloated bodies pulled from an arctic surf meat and bones rendered into pet food sold at Petco In the Kingdom of the Mad…
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Christmas at the neighborhood salad bar
At dusk, two deer run in heavy traffic between cars to beat the rush and feast on shrubs And gaze at neighborhood displays of famous reindeer cousins pulling Santa’s sleigh If they would hang with Rudolph, traffic would’ve stopped and they could cross at the light 12-16-19
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Noah’s haiku
last night it rained – wet today it will rain, again weekend forecast – wet (repeat until Asheville becomes beachfront property) 11-15-19
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sleeping in a strange bed
Sleeping in a strange bed your back talked to you all night You got up early tried to decide if you wanted coffee Outside it’s 30 degrees you tell yourself today should be canceled until tomorrow 11-10-19
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A Pleasant Thursday Afternoon Reverie
Wouldn’t it be nice if the coming storm began at the west edge of our yard and blew all the tired green leaves it strips from our trees out our yard and into the park for the city to gather and discard and wouldn’t it be nice if Prima Donald resigned and moved to Russia…
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blue jay haiku
beautiful blue jays bright swatches flit from tree to tree their squawk ruins the mood 10-20-19
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