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    Another Sweltering Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     
     
    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    At his wife's urging,
    He posed with her step-father.
    Happy July 4th!
     
    (Photo circa 1920.  My maternal grandfather and step-great-grandfather.)

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    Toshiro lit the
    firecracker while his sisters
    watched with excitement.
     
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    A day at the beach
    in those days, was more like a
    wet pajama fest.
     
    (My maternal grandparents are third and fourth from the left.)
     
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    In 1903,
    on July 4th, two boys posed
    for my Facebook page.

    (My maternal grandfather is on the right)

     
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    There was a time when
    waving striped thingamajigs
    was quite a cool thing.
     
     
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    Summers of my youth
    seem so distant now ... only
    memories remain.
     
     
    (mid-1950's ... me and my mom at the beach.)
     
     
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    Some planets align,
    some go into retrograde;
    the "circles" of Life.
     
     
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    Calamity struck.
    She turned her back on chaos;
    calmly cognitive.
     
     
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    A burbling brook
    slices through a lazy field
    near a chestnut tree.
     
     
     
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    Hot dogs on the grill
    burgers on the patio ...
    blame the clumsy chef.
     
     
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    Blistering retorts
    fueled their bitter argument ...
    One joke ended it.
     
     
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     On the edge of town,
    a man sits in a diner,
    drinking more coffee.
     
     
    My friend Jim W.'s response:

    Lincoln highway dive
    Sipping Amish black coffee
    Man dreams of farming
     
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    Double Diner haiku:
     
    Eggs over easy
    bacon, toast and home fries; on
    some mis-matched china.

    Men in overalls

    listen to the farm report
    an' talk 'bout football.
     
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    Echoes of sunrise,
    fade from the bluing sky; the
    moon goes back to sleep.
     
     
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    As the dawn breaks, a
    boat with peeling paint, drifts on
    the shimmering lake.
     
     
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    In a distant land,
    a heart you'll never meet, beats
    to the same rhythm.
     
     
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    Just wondering-ku:
     
    When you re-mold mold,
    do you use moldy molds or
    hands to mold the mold?
     
     
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    Romantic yearnings
    can send us on crazy quests
    to find another's heart.
     
     
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    Comments

    I enjoyed the pictures also the poetry.  I hope you are getting better.  It hasn't been too hot here.  We have been having our rainy season.  The weeds are growing like crazy but I don't care because I have school uniforms to make for my grand daughter.  Poor urban elementary schools in this town have to wear uniforms.  Dam things are expensive and made of polly-ester.  This is the tropics and that is like wearing a plastic bag.  Sorry my keyboard is not compatible with dag.


    Thanks trkingmomoe, I am getting better.  I am taking it slower than normal, which makes my mind a bit crazy, but which my body appreciates.  This surgery was, in retrospect, a bit too close to the first one, but it's done and now things can get back on track ... I hope.

    I remember wearing uniforms in fifth grade, the one year I had to go to Catholic school.  I think the girls outfits were worse than the boys.  They had these ugly plaid dresses with white blouses, whereas the boys just had navy blue pants and light blue shirts with ties.  Fortunately, the following year we moved and due to the timing I couldn't get into the Catholic school in the new town, so I had to go back to the public school system (Woo-hooo!! No nuns!! ) 

     

    P.S.  I love the old photos and wish I had treated some of them better when I was a kid.  I have boxes of them, and treasure them now.  It has been part of my search for my roots that led me to explore genealogy and take up the task of scanning and restoring the old family photos.


    With enough people

    the unlikely is likely

    common rare events


    Nice one, Verified!

     

    In a strange world, where

    the unlikely is likely,

    who's to say what's 'News'?

     

     


    Nice reply!


    Wonderful, wonderful.

    Remembrances of things past.

    This is all I got:

    And I was watching

    The West Wing the seventh time

    Bartlett is President

     

    Issues 'are' the same

    Parallel universes

    Seem so plausible

     

    TV becomes 'real'

    When reality just sucks

    What is really real?

    My Son just called me

    Not a bad day, for Sunday

    Dad, it's Saturday!

    Oh, oh, a mistake

    Get the day wrong, its rest home

    I was just kidding

    hahahahahah

    I am lost today

    Just like any day, I guess

    What is the real date?

    Aging can be fun

    Just don't speak to anyone

    Where am I, really?

    I think that I am

    In a parallel world

    But it seems Okay

    the end

    hahahahah

    That's really all I got!

    hahahaha

    Except I am dripping from sweat and the computer and TV tells me it is 71 degrees F?

    Are you kidding me?


     

    Ev'rything explained;

    Parallel universes ...

    Are you kidding me?!

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    I am lost today

    without you to guide me, I 

    can't make sense of things.

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    My life is a mess,

    but my imagination

    is immaculate.

     

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