The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    A Freshly Frozen Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

    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:)

    For what you've become
    you need a name, an address,
    and a Facebook page.
     
     
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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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     After the rainstorm,
    neon lights shimmered in the
    street's oily puddles.
     
     
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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.
     

    Those that withhold love
    feel it's scarceness in their lives,
    so they must hoard it. 


    Pity then the loveless soul;
    that keeps sad cycles turning.
     
     
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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.

     
    --
    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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    They had come apart.
    They could not come together...
    timing's ev'rything.
     
     
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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:

    Them plates has value!
    They're com-mem-or-a-tive! AND
    sim-u-la-ted Gold!
     
     
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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:
     
     Batteries are the
    only things that are not good
    when you add a salt.
     
     
     
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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?

     


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    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.