MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE by Michael Wolraich Order today at Barnes & Noble / Amazon / Books-A-Million / Bookshop |
Here's this week's heap of haikus:
In re: That Blue moon;
It saw me standing alone.
Well, what's wrong with that?
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Oh spare me please from
the elucidation of
Conservatism.
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With baskets of fruit,
fruit goes bad ... bodies and minds,
just the opposite.
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Aided by a breeze,
a cardboard cup strolls along
West End Avenue.
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The sweetness that lives
inside my lover's eyes will
melt my fears away.
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I know where I've been,
and where I currently stand,
but come tomorrow ...?
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South wind, cloudy sky
the ever present mountain
never once asks why.
Katsushika Hokusai (Japanese, 1760–1849) | Red Fuji
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Rube Goldberg was heard
to say, "That's what I meant by
get Bach to nature."
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With a painter's eyes,
and a poet's soul, he found
beauty ev'rywhere.
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While on a pub crawl,
they spotted an old school mate
living on the street.
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A girl and her mom
stroll through Madison Square Park
after eating lunch.
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Waiting patiently
for the next train to depart,
I think up haikus.
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A leaf-less tree frames
a lonely farm-house in the
middle of nowhere.
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There is a structure
to all things, and a context
to fence it all in.
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Walking through meadows
just before sunrise is worth
some wet trouser cuffs.
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I drove through the night
to get to your front door and
ask you to be mine.
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Outside mom's window
the trees noiselessly rustled
as she fought for life.
(My mom passed away on July 31 of 2012, a week short of her 94th birthday. Hard to believe its been three years. Here she is on a carousel on her 90th birthday.)
As we left the church,
Birds began to sing. Angels
whispered, Life goes on.
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The calla lilies
sported little freckles, which
made me think of you.
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The scariest words;
“The doctor will see you now”,
all come with co-pays.
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tanka haiku:
Alas, we live in
a linear existence;
the Past is prologue.
But that is only because
we are walking in circles
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Purgatory? The
hell of it is, you can't get
heavenly coffee.
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If you have a job
with no time parameters,
you must be shiftless.
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Feel irregular?
Take Fletcher’s Castoria!
(‘Mad Men’ Ad copy)
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He went tree to tree
in search of fallen fruit, but
Nature denied him.
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A-True-Story double haiku:
The out-of-towner
asked the bagel store worker,
"What's the softest one?"
To which the worker,
replied, "The softest bagel ...
would be a croissant."
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She smiled and whispered,
'I will never forget you' ...
But, by Noon, she had.
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That awkward moment
when you've ticked off Jonathan
Livingston Seagull.
(Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)
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After the rainstorm
shimmering shafts of sunshine,
broke through the dark clouds.
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The bride stripped bare, and
nude descending a staircase ...
Duchamp 'readymade.'
(Happy would-have-been 128th birthday this week to artist Marcel Duchamp.)
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I feel so alone.
I watch the tide come in and
think of yesterday.
(Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)
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My first bicycle
had baseball cards in the spokes
of its wheels ... Vrooom!
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They are determined,
those yellow dandelions
pushing through sidewalks.
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tanka haiku:
You have long endured
both hardships and heartbreaks and
yet, you wish for more.
For you think that happiness
is paid for by misery.
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The setting sun sinks
into the ocean, stealing
all light from the sky.
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Her fragrance lingered
long after she'd disappeared
with the morning mist.
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Could there ever be
a greater compliment than
"You've got me thinking" ... ?
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Your hope for glory …
too often settles for praise …
don’t lose your focus.
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In all of us there's
an inner light that's shining
seek its radiance.
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triple davidbrooks-ku:
Gratitude exists
because people have learned to
appreciate Life.
It's not that kindness
exceeds our expectations
it is all a gift.
Kindness should never
be unexpected. It is
our ground of being.
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Comments
Once in a blue moon
we are all left to wonder
what life really means.
The rest of the time
we just wander aimlessly
looking for our keys.
by barefooted on Fri, 07/31/2015 - 9:48pm
Excellent, Missy!!
What Life really means
can only be understood
'neath a paper moon.
I wandered, looking
for the key to the manor,
(which was B minor)
finding the manor
key, B minor was major
(See stars in the sky.)
Though Major, Minor
and Manor matter, the
moon doesn't flatter.
Green is my valley,
I kissed Sally too soon, t'was
once in a blue moon.
by MrSmith1 on Fri, 07/31/2015 - 10:32pm
Awesome, Mr. Smith!!
by barefooted on Fri, 07/31/2015 - 10:56pm
See stars in the sky?
So minor though it matters
when she questions why.
'Neath a paper moon
he flatters in the valley,
kissing her too soon.
by barefooted on Sat, 08/01/2015 - 1:45am
Ha! Good one!!
Flatter the valley,
more mountainous the plateau,
it's all on paper.
by MrSmith1 on Sat, 08/01/2015 - 2:08am
Mood swings are epic
My mind rearranges stars
Look, it's a blue moon!
by Oxy Mora on Sat, 08/01/2015 - 1:12pm
Nice, Oxy!
Crying my eyes out,
then laughing hysteric'lly,
Mood swings seem epic,
by MrSmith1 on Sat, 08/01/2015 - 2:23pm
Dread propels the task
unless I shift more quickly
than his whipping arms.
by moat on Sun, 08/02/2015 - 11:42am
Okay, I just woke from a short nap, so I may be easily confused at the moment, but I don't understand this one, moat. Sorry, give me some time and I'm sure I'll figure it out. LOL
by MrSmith1 on Sun, 08/02/2015 - 2:38pm
I was riffing on your work-shift haiku and wondering how to survive complete saturation.
by moat on Sun, 08/02/2015 - 2:53pm
Oh. Good one, moat!!
by MrSmith1 on Sun, 08/02/2015 - 3:17pm
my first dying leaf
I saw it today walking
August for chrissakes
We are all dying
So I perceive leaves dying
The end must be near.
hahahahah
Our end is so near
Entropy is the future
All 'us' things must end
In the end all things must end
by Richard Day on Tue, 08/04/2015 - 6:12pm
You can shake the blues
by cleaning all the toilets
or making the bed. ---and do you fucking believe this, the cursor won't move down to the next line, so I have to write this in reverse
by Oxy Mora on Tue, 08/04/2015 - 6:48pm
Forget the leaf, my cursor isn't working.
by Oxy Mora on Tue, 08/04/2015 - 6:52pm
I'm the curser
cursing the cursor; discuss
this cuss with disgust.
by MrSmith1 on Tue, 08/04/2015 - 10:09pm
See
This kind of pun just gets to me.
the end
hahahahah
by Richard Day on Wed, 08/05/2015 - 4:50am
“All Things Must Pass”
Sunrise doesn’t last all morning
A cloudburst doesn’t last all day
Seems my love is up
And has left you with no warning
But it’s not always going
To be this grey
All things must pass
All things must pass away
Sunset doesn’t last all evening
A mind can blow those clouds away
After all this my love is up
And must be leaving
It has not always
Been this grey
All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
None of life’s strings can last
So I must be on my way
And face another day
Now the darkness only stays at nighttime
In the morning it will fade away
Daylight is good
At arriving at the right time
It’s not always
Going to be this grey
All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
All things must pass away
- Written by George Harrsion
by MrSmith1 on Tue, 08/04/2015 - 9:58pm
This just kills me.
I had to read it ten times.
But damn!
I always liked George, hahahahah
Well done Mr. Smith.
All things must pass.
I guess.
I thought about this.
You recall memories for me. hahahah
by Richard Day on Wed, 08/05/2015 - 4:47am
Oh I have to add my favorite rendition
I just found it again. ha
I just love this rendition.
by Richard Day on Wed, 08/05/2015 - 5:00am
This James Taylor version is great! I had never heard it before. Just shows how enduring a 'simple' song can be. Buddy Holly wrote some wonderful songs that have more than passed the test of time.
by MrSmith1 on Wed, 08/05/2015 - 11:57am