The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    Haikus again for a Friday.

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 10/07/2011 - 8:13am |

     

    Another batch:

     

     
    When you're feeling lost,
    be brave and don't hesitate,
    in asking for help.
     
    How does one handle,
    all the pain and suffering?
    Focus on others.
     
    Nervously, he waits,
    then hears his cue, and enters,
    The 'Prince!' (sans trousers.)
     
    If ev'ryone else
    is wearin' raincoats, could be
    you're gonna get wet.
     
    tanka haiku: I confess; I wore
    paisley ascots, bell-bottoms
    and nehru jackets.
      But it was the Sixties, man.
      We were all a bit crazy.
     
    In a nursing home,
    aren't the residents too old,
    not to have been weaned?
     
    I am not alone,
    just as long as I have you,
    after that ... who knows?
     
    The billowing sails,
    The churning, white-capped waters, 
    grey skies at ebb tide.
     
    She blinked, he winked ... then,
    He waited ... she fainted ... then,
    They shared a good laugh.
     
    tanka haiku: Muggy Autumn days
    ought to be outlawed because
    they're so annoying.
      Too humid to wear jackets,
      too cool not to wear jackets.
     
    Slept through 'Meet the Press.'
    Prob'ly a good idea,
    rather than throw things.
     
    When painting 'still lifes',
    try not to put your elbow, 
    in the water cup.
     
    Should, I go ahead?,
    Nothing ventured, nothing gained,
    Doing brings wisdom.
     
    In a small garden,
    pansies patiently wait for
    roses to be picked.
     
     No previews? That stinks!
    But then, so did the movie. 
    Everything's re-makes.
     
    While crouched underneath,
    her conestoga wagon,
    she did needlework.
     
    Sprawled on an ice floe,
    you tend to forget that you're 
    heading for the falls.
     
    Blandly defiant,
    dead cars give no excuses,
    they simply won't go.
     
    Some stars in the sky,
    stopped shining eons ago.
    (We've yet to notice.)
     
    In an ev'ning's field,
    a scurrying mouse ignores
    danger in the trees.
     
    young boys quickly learn
    the alcohol content of
    vanilla extract.
     
    All the king's horses, 
    And all the king's men, liked their
    eggs over easy.
     
    Johnny Appleseed,
    crossed the country planting trees,
    We plant awareness.
     
    "Dropping jaws amongst 
    the mystified spectators,
    told him the trick worked.
     
    Once again he tries,
    running around the backyard,
    but his kite won't fly.
     
    Then she placed her hand,
    gently on his shoulder, as
    he broke down and sobbed.
     
    In Life, know two things;
    The dog will keep barking, and
    the train's movin' on.
     
    Winter's not far off,
    when roasted chestnuts are sold,
    on ev'ry corner.
     
    They shall rise again,
    who have been laid asunder,
    they shall know glory.
     
    Autumn in New York,
    leaves crackle underfoot as
    I stroll through the park.
     
    A remote forest,
    where towering trees shelter,
    delicate flowers.
     
    As dusk approaches,
    Earth secretly conspires,
    to bring back the light.
     
    As autumn leaves fall,
    we must prepare for winter,
    and dream of next spring.
     
    Internet access,
    Isn't there?! It isn't fair!
    (That's Life nowadays.)
     
    Moon behind the clouds,
    fields aglow in bluish light,
    while foxes prowl.

    Comments

    I am so glad you are back!

    Although I really do not like thinking about nursing homes! ha


    by Richard Day on Fri, 10/07/2011 - 12:18pm

    Thanks DD.    One more from today:

    All things pass away
    And all relationships change
    We are in motion.

     


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 10/07/2011 - 12:54pm

    What is that sound while I nap?

    My neighbor is knocking

    So I shot him.

     


    by Richard the Ele... on Fri, 10/07/2011 - 10:01pm

    Interesting (and a bit disturbing), but not in the haiku form, which is 17 syllables arranged in three lines of  5-7-5.  Something like this perhaps ...

    I'm trying to nap,

    But my neighbor keeps knocking,

    I had to shoot him.

    I know that there are a lot of people nowadays that say that the line count doesn't matter when writing haikus in English, and that only the syllable count is important.  To me, the line by line syllable count is what makes it more of a challenge, so I guess I'm 'old school' in that regard.  

     

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 10/07/2011 - 10:34pm

    I promise, I will do better, you can count on me.


    by Richard the Ele... on Fri, 10/07/2011 - 10:53pm

    Maybe this haiku will help you remember:

        Five, seven, and five
        Syllables in a haiku
        Don't ever forget!

    laugh


    by Verified Atheist on Sat, 10/08/2011 - 8:31am

    HA! Wonderful, Verified!  


    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 10/08/2011 - 11:32am

    Never followed rules

    Except when my dad punched me

    Yes, I still miss him.


    by Richard the Ele... on Fri, 10/07/2011 - 10:58pm

    Ban me now!

    Lawrence O'Donnell

    Disparages Herman Cain

    Because he will win.


    by Richard the Ele... on Fri, 10/07/2011 - 11:23pm

    Harsh words wring me out.

    Cloth can only twist so far.

    Codes enable lies.

     


    by moat on Fri, 10/07/2011 - 11:28pm

    There you go.  You're a natural.

    I'm not sure I agree about Herman Cain's ability to win, but it works as a haiku. 

     

    Lawrence O'Donnell

    ratchets up the faux outrage

    trying to be Keith.

     

     

     

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 10/08/2011 - 5:39am

    Sorry I somehow skipped over this one earlier, moat.  I meant to respond to Richard the Electrician's post. 

    Nicely done.


    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 10/08/2011 - 11:37am

    My cat made me bleed

    I do appreciate that!

    He is a good boy.


    by Richard the Ele... on Sun, 10/09/2011 - 12:31am

    Cats can be vicious,

    biting, scratching and hissing.

    Bring back the pet rock.

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 10/09/2011 - 1:14am

    The better haikus

    elliptical in nature

    Hearten the spirit.


    by Richard the Ele... on Sun, 10/09/2011 - 1:32am

    I am your student

    Hidden within the darkness

    I can still see light


    by Richard the Ele... on Sun, 10/09/2011 - 2:24am

    Comes the debacle,

    will you hunker down or flee?

    Stand and be counted!

     


    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 10/09/2011 - 11:23am