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    Another Thankful Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon




    Here's this week's heap of haikus:




    Through an iron fence,
    I watch autumn leaves fall on
    empty park benches.





    Softly, the wind blows,
    Swirling leaves circle my feet,
    Autumn in my thoughts.









    Viral video,
    The worst moment of your life ...
    Our laugh of the day.








    When do hab a code
    dere isn’t much do tan do
    ‘cept sniffle and sneeze.










    A half a' sandwich
    in a plain brown paper bag
    can give a child hope.





    Kind of a slow day,
    a day to eat heartily,
    it's too slow to fast.







    Baby, it's too cold
    to go out without a coat ...
    better bundle up







    As I drove away,
    to start my life anew, I
    still thought about you.








    a haiku septet:


    Whenever I think
    of my friend, Dick and his ducks,
    my mind imagines,

    a small pond, a bench,
    and a quiet afternoon
    framed by Autumn leaves.

    Dick tosses bread crumbs,
    happy ducks quack their thanks and
    offer sage advice.

    Dick listens, and nods
    and whispers some further thoughts
    on combing feathers.

    The breeze picks up and
    Dick soon runs out of bread crumbs,
    the old ducks linger

    The younger wander
    in search of new adventures
    the old know their friend,

    and like spending time,
    together, simply being ...
    Dick and ducks ... divine.

    (Thanks for all your support over the years, DD!)






    The day must leave us ...
    we must rest to prepare for
    the struggles to come.


    (Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)









    And so, we gather
    to rejoice and to give thanks
    for we are so blessed.


    Let each turkey slice
    and wedge of mom’s pumpkin pie,
    demonstrate our thanks.

    Mash the potatoes,
    baste the turkey, eat some pie,
    then take a long nap.








     tanka haiku:



    Yes, you know my heart,
    For we are kindred spirits,
    Walking the same path.

      But stay wary, my friend, for
      Paths, like lover’s hearts, may turn.






    When you look at Life
    from diff’rent angles, points of
    view turn upside down.


    (Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)








    A tiny sparrow
    is chased by a feisty pup
    pulling a young girl.







    tanka haiku:


    My tenth great grand-dad
    was at that first thanksgiving ...
    I imagine him

    saying the turkey was fowl
    and the yams needed more salt.







    Maples, elms and oaks
    burst with yellow, red and orange;
    the forest ablaze!











    Footprints on the beach ...
    When I could not go on, God
    drove me in his jeep.



    (Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)











    There are mysteries
    which will never be solved; their
    answers lost in time.



    (Found in a box of family photos, this ancestor of mine may remain forever unknown, as all the people who might have been able to identify him have passed away.)









    Dispositions change.
    mindsets frequently evolve.
    never burn a bridge.







    Atop her dresser,
    a spray of dried hydrangeas,
    elegant decay.










    A huge tree limb falls,
    In the middle of my yard ...
    I see, then I saw.


    As a precaution,
    he wrapped his arms around her,
    then shared the sad news.










    Lunch with an old friend;
    laughter at shared history,
    tears for tomorrow.








    He once walked three miles
    through the wind and pouring rain
    just to see her smile.









    Vows freely given
    re-affirm a world of hope
    with promises kept.









    Dogs that climb fences,
    often discover too late,
    they've nowhere to go.






    A yellow post-it
    pasted on the scaffolding ...
    "Soft heads need hard hats."







    Most mental issues
    are of our own making. We're
    lost in our own maze.









    Hey! Stop nudging me!
    I'll get up in a minute ...
    Hit the snooze alarm.











    When I'm all alone,
    in my mind and in my heart,
    you reverberate.












    A November frost,
    withered pumpkins on the vine,
    squirrels exhaling steam.








    In the pouring rain,
    you give me some plastic which
    I wore like a hat.






    Drinking a beer and
    playin' the five string banjo
    or, at least, trying



    (For my friend and fellow Spondy, Sean Ryder, a scientist, a teacher and a musician.  Sean lives in Worcester, MA and is part of the folk music scene there.  He has a beautiful wife and two great kids.  P.S. Don't tell him, but he is one of my heroes.  Here's an example of his music ... P.P.S.  As far as I know, his musical partner and I are unrelated.   )




    Nowhere you can hide
    no one that doesn't know, you're
    living small town blue.







    Don't ever despair,
    when things aren't going your way,
    Morning will arrive.





    I am taking next week off, so a Happy Thanksgiving to all my friends here on Dagblog!!! 

    See you in two weeks!!



















    So I told the ducks

    Go south young ducks; it is time

    They did not listen

    It is the 18th

    And a blizzard confounds us

    November hits hard

    December is here

    Well, winter elsewhere it seems

    November here rules

    Following the snow

    With its incredible wind

    I hear some dumb ducks


    And I told you so

    Stupid ducks, I told you so

    Quacking doest ensue

    Where did this come from?

    Quacked one duck to the other

    The end is coming

    So the ducks don't hear

    I warned them so many times

    South was the answer

    And the end is nigh

    So say many idiots

    Maybe they are wrong?



    Duck Day, is it? Sometimes you quack me up.



    When the 'idiots'

    say the South shall rise again

    they'll duck the answer.



    Brick through my window
    did cause me to look outside.
    No one at the door.


    Good one, moat!!


    Brick through my window,
    a cat on a hot tin roof,
    Life in Tennessee.



    No one at the door ...

    And yet I stand, hand on knob,

    afraid to turn it.

    Lovely, Missy!!


    No one at the door,
    alone for the holidays
    lots of left-overs.

    Do not turn that knob.
    Repair the broken window.
    Hard rain gonna fall.

    Good one, moat!!

    Do not turn that knob,
    or fiddle with the settings,
    I LIKE it that way!

    I am getting more Dylan lines in my head that I cannot in good conscience incorporate into a haiku.

    " Lights flicker from the opposite loft
    In this room the heat pipes just cough ."

    So much for settings.

    I stumbled over this and thought you would enjoy this. 

    Ha!!  Thanks trkingmomoe!! 

    FYI - This song was the one hit from a forgettable 1956 musical called Happy Hunting.   When I was collecting Broadway Original Cast Albums back in the 80's, I had an opportunity to buy this obscure and fairly rare album.  The price, I thought was too high for such a mediocre show.  Eh, but what did I know ...  Its mediocrity probably made it more valuable.  HA!    This song, however, seems to have a life of its own.   .

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