The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    Another Friday afternoon in May at the haiku-lodeon

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 05/11/2012 - 12:36pm |

     

    This week's heap of haikus:
     
     
     
     
     
    'midst purple flowers,
    a hummingbird suspended
    in mid-air ... awesome.
     
     
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    Things I saw today;
    2 year olds wearing hoodies,
    old men without canes.
     
     
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    Squirming, squealing kids,
    make life a living ... heaven.
    Don't they? Yeah, I know ...
     
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    She knew a sick cat
    when she saw one, and always
    cared for, and fed them.
     
     
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    He grabs the railing
    when his cane hits a wet spot
    and he starts to fall.
     
     
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    Caught in the downpour
    without an umbrella, he
    steps in a puddle.
     
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    A tangerine sky,
    clouds that haunt the horizon,
    lure me into night.
     
     
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    When you discover
    you have reliable friends,
    fruit falls from the trees.
     
     
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    A yellow balloon
    dances in a cloud-less sky
    and we're all children.
     
     
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    Fridays, after work,
    She really lets her hair down,
    And dances till dawn.
     
     
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    tanka haiku: Those that can not deal
    with their friend's adversities,
    fear their own weakness.

        But smooth sailing weakens sailors
        while stormy weather breeds strength.
     
     
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    double haiku: Where are we going?
    What direction will we head?
    Will we stop for snacks?
     
     
    I can't believe it.
    Are we there yet? You're Kidding.
    We haven't left yet.
     
     
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    Winking at strangers,
    with whom you come face-to-face,
    might just make their day.
     
     
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    Windows to our souls,
    eyes behold the world, but our
    minds create vision.
     
     
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    A humid morning.
    Across the street, some workers
    sip coffee and smoke.
     
     
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    Scampering puppies,
    can’t get traction on wet grass.
    Bunnies hop away.
     
     
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    I knock. No-one's home.
    I post a note on the door,
    'Sorry 'bout the tree.'
     
     
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    His hum-drum life had
    hum-drum relationships and
    even hum-drum drums.
     
     
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    Comments

    God you reminded me.

    There is this nursery school about four blocks from here.

    I just stand there sometimes watching the tots at play. I mean if you really think about what freedom means; this has got to be it.

    There are always two or three women there to make sure the tots do no harm to themselves or  others.

    Then I realize I must move on.

    I mean I must look like some old fricking pervert. hahahahahahaha

    I mean I can stare at the ducks and pigeons and swallows all day and no one would accuse me of being untoward.

    hahahahaah


    by Richard Day on Sun, 05/13/2012 - 12:50am

     

    double haiku:  He sees kids at play
    and represses sadness at
    not having children.

    Sitting in the park,
    he looks at ducks and swallows
    wishing he could fly.

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 05/13/2012 - 5:48am

    Your Haiku's made me weep Mr. Smith.


    by tmccarthy0 on Sun, 05/13/2012 - 9:52am

     

    Perhaps I should add

    a disclaimer to my work;

    'Caution; may cause tears.'
     

    (Thank you for the kind words, tmc.)


    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 05/13/2012 - 11:49am