Here's this week's heap of haikus:
(Last Monday, my dad would have been 99. He died in 1971 at the age of 57.)
Father, I've missed you.
You've been gone twice as long as
we were together.
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tanka haiku: You've lost the debate
when all of your tactics are
procedural ones.
You can manipulate rules
but hearts and minds won't follow
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How to rule the world;
Let your 'friends' speak their minds, and
post pics of their cats.
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tanka haiku: He tried to avoid
cleaning his room. It seemed a
Herculean task.
'Rome was not built in a day',
mom wearily reminded.
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The broken crayon
that rolled behind the sofa
piqued the dog's int'rest.
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tanka haiku: Ev'ry night he'd run
through the streets of Paris with
the love of his life.
Ev'ry day he'd go to work
and wait for the sun to set.
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The pretty ribbon
in her hair, bobbed up and down
as she laughed and laughed.
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When you build a fence
you define where you are, but
not what you've become.
(My friend David's response:)
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Despite his calm moves,
swift, swirling undercurrents
tugged his ev'ry step.
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Sitting quietly,
pondering vicissitudes ...
sure works up a thirst!
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Wanderlust re-born
when the circus passed through town.
Now he clowns around.
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Here is a lesson
to be learned and not forgot;
While music plays, dance.
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Fragrant rose petals,
strewn along the garden path,
hint at what's to come.
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Wandering through Life,
he stopped to watch a parade,
then shrugged and joined it.
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He'd often quibble
with perceived wisdom, just to
be an S.O.B.
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If we just pretend,
Life’s filled with happy times, we’d
never light candles.
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Though the years went by,
He didn’t feel old ... because
he lived in the past.
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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.
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haiku + tanka haiku:
When you withhold love,
Your link to all souls withers,
And your life force dims.
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He would never share
his imaginary friends,
for fear they'd be hurt.
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Stopping in Dallas,
on my way to OKC ...
Men wore cowboy hats!
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If you must align
your dreams with reality,
set your hopes on 'stun.'
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tanka haiku:
Ella churned butter
ev'ry morning, while her mom
was cleaning the house.
Father had a job in an
office selling insurance.
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A snowy street in
the first arrondissement ...
there's happy children.
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en francais:
Une rue enneigée
le premier arrondissement ...
des enfants heureux
(Inspired by the above photo of the recent snowfall in Paris)
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Visibly shaken,
she was mentally unglued,
so ... she fell apart.
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With hearts full of grace,
and souls generating love
we shall overcome.
(Thanks to my friend, Jim W. for supplying me with
the Martin Luther King, Jr. quote that inspired this haiku.)
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Double haiku: Can there be fairness
in a world where there is
so much random chance?
There are so many
possibilities, perhaps
Life IS a crap shoot.
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Very bad pun-ku:
Why are audio
books like blueberries? Because
they can not be read.
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My friend David wrote:
No one ever said,
"I wish I still had those plates
I bought on T.V."
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My Response:
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My friend David wrote:
Eating cold beef stew
is pretty damn good when you
add a little salt.
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My Response:
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Bonus "Country" Song:
My Downhill Slide
(it helps to think of Johnny Cash when singing this)
In a Memphis Honky-Tonk, I sat,
Shootin’ the breeze and having a chat,
With some of my old friends I’ve known for years,
I hadn’t seen some for quite a while,
But when they saw me, they didn’t smile,
And I knew right then, I had to calm their fears,
I said, “Listen Boys, don’t give me stuff,
“Life’s been cruel, and I’ve had it rough,
And you don’t know the half of what’s happened to me,
Cuz in spite of all my prayers and wishin’,
I got myself a degen’rative condition,
Which means, every day I swear and curse,
But every day I get a little worse,
and that is really how it’s gonna be,
So if you don’t want to be a debtor,
Don’t you bet on me getting’ better,
I’m afraid it isn’t what you’re gonna see,
I’m takin’ a ri-i-ide,
On that downhill sli-i-ide,
If you need skates, you’d better rent’em,
Cuz I’m gatherin’ speed and gaining momentum,
It can not be denied,
No-one can stem the tide,
Of my downhill slide.
So in that Honky-Tonk I sat,
Drinkin’ beer and getting’ fat,
While one of my old friends even shed a tear,
Then all at once, my buddy, Kirk,
Said to me, “You’re a piece of work,
There’s a way of lookin’ at this that you don’t see,
Sure you got a degen’rative condition,
But that doesn’t mean ya just go fishin’,
It means every day the seeds you’re sowin’
That’s the way we’ll ALL be goin’,
You’re just leadin’, and we’re bringin’ up the rear,
So let's make a pact, and we'll sign this letter,
Though you ain’t getting' any better,
You’re blazin’ trails for us as our pioneer,
We’re ALL takin’ a ri-i-ide,
On that downhill sli-i-ide,
We’ll all need skates, so we’d better rent’em,
Cuz we’re gatherin’ speed and gaining momentum,
It can not be denied,
No-one can stem the tide,
Of our downhill slide,
When your good days aren't as good,
As your bad days used to be,
You have to know, it's time to go, Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
And enjoy the ri-i-ide,
On your downhill sli-i-ide,
We’ll all need skates, so we’d better rent’em,
Cuz we’re gatherin’ speed and gaining momentum,
It can not be denied,
No-one can stem the tide,
Of our downhill slide,
Of our downhill slide.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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Comments
Oh its so damn cold
Makes me wish I weren't so old
It hurts so much more
My daughter's older
Than my father ever reached
Why am I still here?
Sixty days will pass
Hope I wont be sitting here
On my lazy ass
I have all these clothes
That I must wear at the time
Cycles are a part
Of my existence
It is so cold now
But it will not last longer
I have seen all this
Before?
by Richard Day on Fri, 01/25/2013 - 7:14pm
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by Resistance on Fri, 01/25/2013 - 7:46pm
Why are YOU still here?
I'll be honest, (please don't jeer.)
Ultimately, I don't know
Hard to say what is so,.
But one thing I can always say,
I'm here to entertain Dick Day.
hahahahaha... that's all I got.
by MrSmith1 on Sat, 01/26/2013 - 12:41am