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    The Friday before Christmas at the Haikulodeon

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 12/21/2012 - 1:35pm |

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     
     
     The Winter Solstice;
    the shortest day of the year
    has the longest night.
     
     
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     In the apple tree
    sits a happy little boy
    dangling his feet.
     
     
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    double haiku:
     
     
    With the bittersweet
    mediocrity, you do
    get the free refills.

     
    Wander through dreams and
    sing with purple sparkled whales ...
    So? What's not to like?
     
     

    (Thanks to my friend, Felecia Campbell for the inspiration for this.)
     
     
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    His hopes had been dashed,
    his dreams all surrendered ... The
    tide pulls at his feet.
     
     
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    Where-ever I roam
    I keep the thought in my head,
    that I might see you.
     
     
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    That summer, I learned
    two things; to whistle and how
    to blow bubble gum.
     
     
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    He trudged through the snow,
    to get back home while it was
    still Christmas morning.
     
     
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    Hiding on the stairs,
    they watched in awe (and glee) as
    Santa ate cookies.
     
     
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    double haiku:
     
     
    May the coming year
    bring enough adversity
    to test your mettle.

    And enough joy and
    happiness to make your heart
    sing and your soul soar.
     
     
     
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    On his empty bed,
    sits a present, wrapped, but left
    out of his suitcase.
     
     
     
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     Paths to glory run
    through fields of ignominy,
    loathing and defeat.
     
     
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     He rubs his fingers
    over a long healed scar and
    reflects on close calls.
     
     
     
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    After each rainstorm
    shimmering shafts of sunshine,
    broke through the grey clouds.
     
     
     
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     A clumsy lover
    is often the most sincere;
    be gentle with us.
     
     
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    On the bus ride home,
    he reached into his pocket,
    and found a love note.
     
     
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    Thoughts, planted wisely,
    blossom in reluctant minds,
    when the time is right.
     
     
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    Double haiku:
     
    I think she enjoyed
    being silly the most when
    he was serious.

    She put pink socks on
    her fingers and wiggled them.
    He still didn't laugh.
     
     
     
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    Bayberry candles
    flicker in the windowsill.
    Thoughts turn to Christmas.
     
     
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     December morning,
    I walk through an alleyway
    between two churches.
     
     
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     Feeling 'schadenfreude',
    then hearing Patsy Cline ... Weird
    juxtaposition.
     
     
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     Whistle happily
    in the midst of turmoil and
    confuse everyone.
     
     
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    There are dark corners
    of the world, where shadows lurk.
    Keep shining your light.
     
     
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     Tragedy had struck;
    a slaughtering of children ...
    and the angels wept.
     
     
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    Sunset silhouette;
    barren trees plead for fruit on
    snowy coastal dunes.
     
     
    (Photo by Kristina Rebelo - c2012 )
     
     
     
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     Immortal souls that
    live in mortal bodies ... That's
    one of God's jokes, right?
     
     
     
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    This is a photo of the Smith family Xmas brick; the oldest Smith family Xmas object. It was made in 1956 by my sister, Vicki, in her elementary school art class. It is an ordinary brick, painted white with red felt glued onto it and green felt letters glued onto the red felt, spelling out NOEL. My mother kept it all these years, through numerous moves and changes in her life, always taking it out each Christmas to display (or use as a door stop when needed.) Now that my mom has passed, my sister has custody of the brick and is once again displaying it on her front porch along with her other Christmas decorations. I dare say it is probably the most resilient Xmas present ever made in a public school art class.
     
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    And finally, to help you get into the Christmas spirit, here's Duke Ellington's take on the Nutcracker Suite.  Merry Christmas to all!
     
     
     
     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Comments

    Ohhhhhhh delightful.

    Close calls. hhaaahah

    We are all here present, all who survived full of close calls indeed!

    Why does this make me laugh?


    by Richard Day on Fri, 12/21/2012 - 8:56pm

    Funny, I had a feeling that would be the one you'd pick out. I even hid it in the middle, but you still found it.  laugh

     

    Surviving your youth;

    Not as easy as you think ...

    Some folks just get old.

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 12/21/2012 - 10:57pm

    Browsing the haikus

    a sudden glint of laughter

    comes as a surprise.


    by Anonymous (not verified) on Fri, 12/21/2012 - 11:30pm

    Nice one, Anon.

    (Sorry, I couldn't fit this into haiku form.)

    When you ponder whom has wrote it,

    There's no need to sugar coat it.

    When  no name claims or makes a fuss,

    Say, "Written by Anonymous."

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 12/21/2012 - 11:53pm