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An Autumn Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

by MrSmith1 9/21/2012 - 12:23 pm

 

 
Here's this week's heap of haikus:
 
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Quiet fluttering,
pirouetting in mid-air ...
butterfly's ballet.
 
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Will you find a place
to rest your weary soul, and
applaud your journey?
 
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 In a hula shirt,
he whistles on the boardwalk,
strolling to the beach.
 
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 I wish for your love,
I hope for your approval.
I can give no more.
 
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 How her heart would ache
in the middle of the night ...
and be healed by dawn.
 
 
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As he sat and thought
of his impact on the world,
a spider bit him.
 
 
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Double haiku:   Some towns seem like home.
I so love to wander through
their old neighborhoods.
 
 London was like that.
I felt I'd been there before,
and knew my way 'round.
 
 
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Janie is perplexed.
Grandma wears toilet water,
But she still smells good.
 
 
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tanka haiku: Lives he impacted,
and loves he attracted, were
seldom protracted.

He loved and he knew them, and
then he would screw them. The End.
 
 
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 In his loneliness,
watching as the world goes by,
he re-thinks choices.
 
 
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 Mary had a lamb,
And little though it was, it
began stalking her.
 
 
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Those that sit and yearn,
Don't taste the fruit of life, they
merely chew the rind.
 
 
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 Fridays after work,
She'd really let her hair down,
And would dance till dawn.
 
 
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(A haiku back-and-forth with my best friend and fellow haiku-writer, David. David's haikus are in bold italics.)
 
 
Windows to our souls,
Eyes may behold the world, but
Minds create vision.
 
 
Respond-ku:
 
No wonder they say,
to be in another's mind
will make you crazy.
 
 
Respond-ku 2:
 
But who is this "they",
that are always saying things?
THEY'LL make you crazy.
 
Respond-ku3:
 
As sure as I'm dead,
and struggling to be alive,
"They" are ALWAYS right.
 
Respond-ku4:
 
Ah, but dead's easy...
(at least that's what they say) ... it's
comedy that's hard.
 
 
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If we just pretend,
Life's filled with happy times, we'd
never light candles.
 
 
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 Saw a sign today,
That said 'Stand Up MRIs' ...
Comedy x-rays?
 
 
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petal-less daisies
sway in the wind plucked nude by
some heartless children.
 
 
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If you've loved and lost,
You know hearts will never heal,
'til they love again.
 
 
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a 09-17-12 tanka haiku:
 
A date which will live
in toast-dom. Romney insults
half of the country.

Half the country's lazy bums?
Ayn Rand has rotted his brain.
 
 
 
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A plate of oysters,
a platter of popcorn shrimp
and slices of lemon.
 
 
 
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Spent R & R with
M & Ms ... called EMS
to go to ER ...
 
 
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I'll be loving you
as long as Love's an option ...
After that, who knows?
 
 
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tanka haiku:  Farm clocks sick from ticks ...
Toxic ticks mean docs with "tricks" ...
So sick hicks nix ticks.

Country clocks now only tock.
Which is, in fact, quite a shock.
 
 
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bonus poem what I just made up:

"Perspective"

If Eva Longoria
took the Andrea Doria
to visit Astoria,

Well, that wouldn't be groovy.
 
But ... If in a panic,
she took the Titanic
and sank in the Atlantic ...
 
That would make a great movie.
 
 
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bonus poem #2:
 
 
I've never seen a bike with petals,
I hope to never hide one,
but if a bike like that exists,
I'd rather hide than ride one.
 
 
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Quiet fluttering,
pirouetting in mid-air ...
butterfly's ballet.

A yellow dancer

On a Summer garden stage

Always steals the show

by flowerchild 9/22/2012 - 8:20 am
Beautiful photo and wonderful haiku! Thank you, flowerchild!
by MrSmith1 9/22/2012 - 11:30 am (re: flowerchild)

Your photo made me think of this one, taken by my friend Kristina in California.  She prowls around the flower farms with a macro lens on her camera so she can take shots like this one...

by MrSmith1 9/22/2012 - 11:46 am (re: MrSmith1)

Gorgeous!

by flowerchild 9/22/2012 - 12:15 pm (re: MrSmith1)

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