The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    Another Sunny Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon.

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 08/10/2012 - 12:35pm |

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     
     
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    When feeling lonely,
    don't sit in your room and sigh ...
    Go start a parade!
     
     
     
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    Both Summer colds and
    crazy ex-girlfriends remain
    unpredictable.
     
     
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     Our own impact can't
    be known to us. For we've touched
    lives and don't know it.
     
     
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    You should not complain
    that no-one understands you
    if you never speak.
     
     
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     As one might suspect,
    Ray guns needing batteries
    pose problems on Mars.
     
     
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    tanka haiku: I'm not against you.
    I don't think the way you do,
    but you're still my friend.

    Vehement accusations
    seldom clarify one's thoughts.
     
     
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    Don't feel discouraged
    when your back's against the wall ...
    you've found some support.


     
     
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    I'm down on my knees.
    Tell me what I want to hear ...
    How do I get up?
     
     
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    Angels still sing as
    we carry on with our lives.
    (They're paid a flat rate.)
     
     
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     "Haberdasher's Hi-jinks!"
    "Picnics in Cluttered Canoes"
    (Plays closed out of town.)
     
     
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    He wore funny shoes
    because he had funny feet.
    So why funny pants?
     
    A friend, who's a professional clown, responded:  'You haiku-ing about us clowns?'
     
    Clown feet are funny,
    but not always 'funny' ... If
    you know what I mean.
     
     
    To which my friend responded:  'Especially when they're sweaty!'
     
     
    How sweaty was he?
    That clown was so sweaty that
    the seltzer sprayed him.
     
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    While you sleep at night,
    miracles tiptoe past you.
    If only you'd wake.
     
     
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    In a quiet room,
    far from all the excitement,
    plans were being made.
     
     
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     Dispositions change.
    Mindsets frequently evolve.
    Never close a door.
     
     
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     Even when alone,
    in my heart and my mind, you
    still reverberate.
     
     
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    In a lonely room,
    a writer pounds his keyboard ...
    inspiration's struck!
     
     
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    As the dusk draws nigh
    chickens roost and dogs bark at 
    approaching shadows.
     
     
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    Eighteen coffee cups
    cluttering the countertop;
    broken dishwasher.
     
     
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    Don't look to robins
    as the harbingers of Spring ...
    they eat worms, y'know.
     
     
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    We'd be out of luck
    if amoebas got stuck in
    primordial muck.
     
     
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    You've fought long enough,
    You may put your sword down now
    and rest, simply rest.
     
    (For my older sister; the caregiver for both our parents, 40 years apart.)
     

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    She entered, wearing
    a sweatshirt and dungarees
    which left him breathless
     
     
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    To friends, be loyal,
    to enemies, forgiving ...
    Siblings? Persevere.

     

    (Just kidding, Sis!)

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    Talking politics
    has become, (it's sad to say),
    'screw you, you're a jerk!'

     

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    Feel irregular?
    Take Fletcher's Castoria!
    ('Mad Men' Ad copy!)

     

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    For the next 9 months, the online AS Community, their friends and neighbors,
    will be collecting bottle-caps and bottle-tops for a cause; a visual demonstration.
     
    On the next World AS Day, May 4, 2013, we're going to show the world
    2.7 million bottle-tops, each one representing one American with some form of Spondylitis.
     
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