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    A Frigidly Forward-Looking Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 02/28/2014 - 3:37pm |

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:


     



    The light from my room
    spills onto a snowy roof,
    Icy shadows flee.

     


    ---

     

     

    With cabin fever,
    cedar doctor, otherwise
    you'll pine for a cure.
     
     
     
     
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    Temper'tures rising!
    Sunlight changes everything,
    Winter on the run!
     
     
    --
     
     
    Hope for tomorrow;
    when I'll breathe fresh air again!
    Sunshine warms my face!



    ---


     

    double haiku:

     

    When I was young, I
    looked in strangers' faces to
    find the familiar.

    Now that I am old,
    I look in strangers' faces
    to find the unique.

     


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    To illuminate
    is better than to merely shine.
    Teach thinking, not thoughts.



    ---

     

    Tanka Haiku:



    Instead of eating
    a can of peas, she gobbled
    up the canapes.

    Now, despite her man's pleas, she
    can't fit under canopies.

     


    ---



     

    T'was widely assumed
    he wisely presumed to act
    mildly, not wildly.


    ---

     


    tanka haiku:

     

    A dusty snow fell
    overnight. A hearse leads a
    sad parade uptown.

    (There's so much to observe when
    waiting for Access-a-ride.)


    ---

     


    Her face obscured by
    scarves, a woman rushes by
    clutching her Starbucks.


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    Tulips in the field
    chase away receding snow
    clearing paths for Spring


    ---

     


    What is a poem
    but a more abstract way to
    compare and contrast ...


     

    ---

     


    My television
    continues speaking when I
    go to the kitchen.


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    In a wicker chair
    by the sea shore, sits a young
    temptress dressed in blue.


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    Plum blossoms on trees
    warily appear.  Children
    play in the fresh snow.

     

     


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    "Okay, let's begin.
    Insertez-vous tab A?!  Damn!
    The plans are in FRENCH!"


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    tanka haiku + haiku:



    Has it all been said?
    Do we just repeat words which
    have lost all meaning?

    Does the subtlety of one's
    inflection change anything?

    Does memory loss
    bless one's creativity?
    Maybe ... I forget.


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    'Never married' has
    never marred marble markers.
    Sing your single song.


    ---

     




    They're not impressed by
    how they were depicted in
    'American Gothic.'

     


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    Ukelele fun
    comes with strings attached; songs shall
    be strummed from the heart.
     



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    What he might have done,
    is nowhere near what she had
    insinuated.

     


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    In a grassy field,
    boys are playing snap the whip;
    all tumbling down.


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    Brisk rainy mornings,
    ameliorate gloom and
    cleanse nature’s palate.

     

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    When daffodils bloom,
    near the edge of your garden,
    passers-by may pluck.
     
     
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    For more details:  www.walkyourASoff.com

     


     

    Comments

    Love these as usual. My favorites are the humorous ones. "Cedar doctor" got a groan, and I love the bit about the Statue of Liberty's instructions being in French! In honor of me constantly staring out the window watching Phase II of our neighborhood development:

    Bulldozers, dump trucks

    They go past my front window

    I'm still a young boy


    by Verified Atheist on Fri, 02/28/2014 - 3:56pm

    Excellent one, Verified!


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 02/28/2014 - 4:10pm

    Inadvertent sounds

    let my colleagues know again

    who is day dreaming.


    by moat on Sun, 03/02/2014 - 3:34pm

    I was thinking about this very 'subject'.

    I stopped last summer at a loading dock just to watch a semi driver park his load.

    It is an amazing art; an amazing sight to see really.

    And I felt just like a little boy!


    by Richard Day on Sun, 03/02/2014 - 3:47pm

    I misread my computer weather vane; 3 degrees was the high. I guess I wait till next week but at least my misreading sent me out into the frozen tundra today. Added to all of this it is almost impossible to walk in the unshoveled snow and ice cap! So I am pissed off. 

    And we (read I) repeat phrases...but you know, there is a mathematical certainty that we are damned to repeat phrases even when we think we never have heard those phrases before!

    ANYWAY

    I view CSPAN now

    The fascist ends with GOD BLESS

    Without God or Bless

    Before Teaparties

    Celebrate their wondrous cause

    But I have to pause

    I have to pause because I

    See nothing but lies

    Lies that lie in muck

    Lies that lie in fantasy

    Lies that have no facts

    Nothing is revealed

    Nothing adds to humanity

    Nothing but real hate

    So I leave debate

    I must hold down my hating

    And quit debating

    the end

    hahaha


    by Richard Day on Fri, 02/28/2014 - 6:13pm

    In other words, what you're saying DD is:

    Everything we wrote
    we will write again ... as if
    by rote.  Am I right?

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 02/28/2014 - 8:17pm

    Everything we have 

    Writ has already been writ

    Every thing writ

     

    There are so many

    Combinations that can be

    That can be written

     

    Mathematics are

    The only force to deal with

    Whilst we examine

    Whilst we examine

    The possibilities that

    Do confront us all

     

    26 letters

    Bind the possibilities

    This even was said

    hahahah

     

     


    by Richard Day on Fri, 02/28/2014 - 10:34pm

    It is not a sum,

    a totality of words.

    It is what remains.

         The uncarved block is still there.

         Drops quiver before they fall.


    by moat on Sat, 03/01/2014 - 4:06pm

    What is left unsaid,
    may be so for two reasons;
    meaningful and not.


    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 03/01/2014 - 4:57pm

    Intended silence

    can shout at the listener.

    No one owns meaning.


    by moat on Sat, 03/01/2014 - 5:40pm

     

    No one owns meaning,

    Shades of interpretation

    can be rented though.


    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 03/01/2014 - 6:53pm

    Wonderful haikus

    by moat and Mr. Smith (one)

    Interesting thoughts


    by Verified Atheist on Sun, 03/02/2014 - 8:57am

    Original Smith:

    A replicating pattern;

    Matrix of Haiku.


    by moat on Sun, 03/02/2014 - 6:52pm

    Morpheus descends
    Neo finds his true love and
    Mr. Smith redux.


    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 03/02/2014 - 8:02pm

    Interpretations?

    We each must own them somehow:

    Or own up to them.

         It is less of a rental

         than a condominium.

    ________

     

    Haiku real estate:

    Two room luxury unit

    With Eat In Kitchen.


    by moat on Sun, 03/02/2014 - 6:25pm

    Nice haiku, Riv Vu
    in romantic neighborhood
    w/ garden. No cats.

     


    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 03/02/2014 - 7:58pm

    that sort of thing.

     


    by moat on Sun, 03/02/2014 - 8:08pm

    Dreams of our demise

    build a second home out back

    from cubes of smooth ice.

         Echoes are dampened inside

         when the furniture arrives.


    by moat on Sat, 03/01/2014 - 11:03am

    Nice one, moat!!

     

    Dreams of our demise

    are built on sandy shoals which

    turn into quicksand.

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 03/01/2014 - 4:57pm

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