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    A Frail and Ferocious Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     


    When you see Life as
    the cause, you are its victim.
    You must be your cause.

     


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    She paused to reflect ...
    She had read this book 6 times ...
    Same ending each time.

    Vincent van Gogh (1853–1890) -  L'Arlésienne: Madame Joseph-Michel Ginoux

     


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    Sometimes things don't work,
    and sometimes it rains candy,
    but the World goes 'round ...

     

     


    The video is of Samantha Massell, the very talented daughter of the man I work for, Michael Rakosi.  She has been cast in the upcoming Broadway revival of Fiddler on the Roof.  Here she is singing at a popular NYC night club, the Kander and Ebb song, "The World Goes 'Round"


     

     

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    When you call your love,
    Do not buzz nor beckon them,
    sweetly sing their name.

     

     


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    It still feels quite moist,
    and more than a bit sticky ...
    iced ginger cake, yum!

     

     

     

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    On Sept. 17, 1787, the delegates to the Constitutional Convention met to sign the document they had created.  Happy 238th Birthday to old "We the People" itself, The Constitution!!  (And also to Ramona and OxyMora who share the same day as their birthdays.)

     

    Triple haiku:

    Preamble gamble;
    Can We, (the People), ever
    form perfect unions?

    People trying to
    form a more perfect union
    must work together.

    Providing for our
    domestic tranquility
    ain't no game of jacks.

     

     

     

     

     

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    Lonely blue highways,
    asphalts to infinity.
    No rear view mirror.

     


     

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    Coffee and crullers,
    sitting on the dock, watching
    the boats come and go.

     

     

     

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    haiku quintet:

     

    She knows through her tears
    the brother she loves is lost
    in a haze of drugs.

    feeling so helpless
    is bewildering to her
    she's been strong so long.

    Devastated by
    her own ineffectiveness
    she sits, not moving

    She cries for him now
    and later for herself for
    she knows he is lost.

    lost until and / or
    if ever her brother finds
    the path back to Life.

     

     

     

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    'cuz a woman's heart's
    intuitive; subtler
    than a sub-title.

     

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    What if we defined
    being healed, as re-gaining
    your sense of purpose?

     

     

     

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    A wink and a raised
    eyebrow used to suffice, now,
    pander trumps candor.

     

     

     

     

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    Striped contortionists
    On the other hand, often
    are quite encouraged.

     

     

     


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    tanka haiku:

    Now, you can watch the
    gondolas floating by on
    Venetian canals ...

       while you are having breakfast.
       The world's outside your window.

     


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    Purgatory's the
    home for the undecided.   So ...
    choose to shine or rust.

     


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    When you encourage
    others to think as you do,  
    don't tear down, lift up.


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    haiku quintet:


    I can no longer
    listen to people that speak
    only of Life's pains.

     

    Who encourage friends
    to believe the world is bad.
    The world is the world.

     

    It's not good or bad,
    it's a reflection we cast.
    Tilt your mirror up.


    Surround your heart with
    flowers and sweet music and
    gentle natured friends.


    Keep your mind on the
    things that move you forward, and
    seek joyful moments.




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    Words can change a mind
    from thinking to agreeing.
    Give it good reason.

     

     

     

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    A sincere heart is,
    more likely to change the world,
    than well reasoned thoughts.

     

     

     

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    Those being drenched may
    not think of how they will
    be blessed by the storm.
     

     

     

     

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    A tall vase full of
    perky yellow daffodils
    assuaged his guilt.
     

     

     

     

     

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    Despite majestic
    morns and lazy afternoons ...
    All days end in fire.


    (Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo.)


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     tanka haiku:  

     

    When I am dreaming,
    we somersault on the beach,
    and dash through the surf.
        Laughing, we stroll hand in hand,
        two soul-mates who have found peace.

     

     


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    A careful dipping
    of the brush, will ensure a
    steady flow of ink.

     

     

     

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    Not ev'ry almond
    will taste of perfection, but
    all hold the promise.
     

     

     

     
     
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    I don't move stiffly ...
    The rest of the world's too loose.
    See? It's all context.
     
     

     

     

     

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    It's been said that in
    the wasted pursuits of youth
    live our old-age dreams.


     

     

     

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    In a nursing home,
    aren't the residents too old,
    not to have been weaned?

     

     

     

     

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    tanka haiku:

     

     

    Muggy Autumn days
    ought to be outlawed because
    they're damned annoying.
        Too humid to wear jackets,
        too cool NOT to wear jackets.

     

     

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    When painting 'still lifes',
    try not to put your elbow,
    in the water cup.

     

     

     


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    His shifting status,
    hero one day, scapegoat next,
    was confusing him.

     

     

     


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    Can we ever hear
    the footsteps of history
    marching through our lives?
     

     


     

     

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    The dog sniffs his food,
    warily approaching it,
    Fussy as a cat.

     

     

     

     

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    Wishing you were here.
    Hoping you find happiness.
    Sadly, we've moved on.


     

     

     

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    Have you seen my thoughts?
    They sometimes wander through here,
    searching for meaning.

     

     

     

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    Comments

    All the Amendments?
    Yes, we were making stuff up.
    The ad reads like this:

    Serial monogamist
    seeking a perfect union.


    Ha!  Good one, moat!

    A bill of rights ad?
    "Serial monogram-ist
    must love acronyms
       USA, NATO, FEMA,
       FBI,  FDIC
     

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    Try to Remember the kind of September


    Juicy strawberries ...

    covered in melted goodness ...

    healthy chocolate?

    Call it what you will,

    decadent sin or pleasure,

    but who really cares?

    …life is about the mixture

    that creates the perfect blend.


     

    Love the first one, Missy!   

    I think the second one wants to be a tanka haiku, but you forgot the third 5 syllable line

    How's this for a re-write?

    Choc'late strawberries
    Call them what you will, Pleasure
    or decadent sin.
         Life is about the mixture
         that creates the perfect blend.


    Oops! Erased a line in an edit - mysteriously. But I love your suggestion! I wasn't sure it was "kosher" to combine a double with a tanka, but since it's poetry, I figured all's fair.


     

    There you go!  Perfect!!


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