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    haikus for a Friday afternoon in which no-one is paying attention because it's almost Thanksgiving

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 11/18/2011 - 1:17pm |

     

    The week's batch:

    (Sorry, no pictures this week.)

     

    Rain evaporates,
    the Autumn leaves decompose,
    Snow melts. Life happens.
     
     
    Hey! Stop nudging me!
    I'll get up in a minute ...
    Hit the snooze alarm.
     
     
    When I'm all alone,
    in my mind and in my heart,
    you reverberate.
     
    -----
     
    double haiku: An Irish Setter,
    gallops through Riverside Park,
    greeting each toddler.

    His owner just laughs,
    reassuring the nannys,
    the dog is friendly.
     
    -----
     
    double haiku: She steps off the bus,
    And his heart begins to pound,
    he's missed her so much.

    The drab bus station's,
    soon illuminated by,
    the glow of their love.
     
    -----
     
    At the twin's law firm,
    a pair of para-legals?
    Double jeopardy.     
     
     
    She entered, wearing
    a sweatshirt and dungarees.
    Which left him breathless.     
     
     
    Dispositions change.
    Mindsets frequently evolve.
    Never close a door.
     
    -----
     
    double haiku: Dear Monday morning,
    I am not ready for you,
    come back tomorrow.
     
    I know what I said,
    But hey, "Come back tomorrow ..."
    does not mean today.
     
    -----
     
    Waiting for the dawn,
    I lie in somber darkness,
    replaying the past.
     
     
    tanka haiku: She eats lunch alone.
    she's got tattoos and weird hair.
    And dreams of Elvis.
      She seems unremarkable,
      until you get to know her.
     
     
    Ev'rything's simple.
    Ev'rything's also profound.
    Don't over-think things.
     
     
    Lunch with an old friend;
    laughter at shared history,
    hope for tomorrow.
     
     
    Bad dress rehearsals
    don't always bode well. Sometimes
    the play's a stinker.
     
    -----
     
    Double haiku:  Elegant gestures,
    are sometimes ways of smoothing
    indelicate actions.
     
    (Giving 'middle fingers'
    are not elegant gestures,
     ... and seldom polite.)
     
    -----
     

    To friends, be loyal,
    to enemies, forgiving ...
    Siblings? Persevere.

     

    Talking politics
    has become, (it's sad to say),
    'screw you, you're a jerk.'

     

    A mild sedative,
    is for folks that are afraid
    of offending pain.

     

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    I'm not sure if I'll have internet access next Friday, if not, I'll post a double portion the following Friday. 

    Happy Thanksgiving.

     

     

    Comments

    A used wing back chair

    But the fabric is all wrong

    Don't over-think things.


    by Oxy Mora on Fri, 11/18/2011 - 9:22pm

    Good one!

    Found on the street; a
    wing-back chair (ugly fabric),
    I think I'll take it.
     


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 11/18/2011 - 9:41pm

    I like that!

    Saw in the alley

    Neighbor's ugly wing back chair

    Wait til after dark

     

     

     

     


    by Oxy Mora on Fri, 11/18/2011 - 10:41pm

    Bored out of my mind
    Made Loaded Potato Soup
    My new stove rocks hard

     

    Politics bores some
    Politics inflames the rest
    Twelve steps for them all

     

    My body feels pain
    I worked out in wind and rain
    My fingers are numb


    by tmccarthy0 on Fri, 11/18/2011 - 9:47pm

    Good ones, tmc!

    This kitchen's too small

    Made loaded potato soup

    Let's shoot out one wall.

     

     


    by Oxy Mora on Fri, 11/18/2011 - 10:58pm

     

    Wonderful tmc!


    Loaded potatoes
    Are so drunk they're vegetables?
    12 steps and they're mashed.

     

    Health is health, pain, pain,
    working out in wind and rain,
    blurs the distinction.
     

    My Anchorage home;
    where hard rocks in my new stove,
    mean Baked Alaska.


    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 11/19/2011 - 1:10am

    Gonna see loved ones

    On Turkey Day with no access

    See you all later

     

     

    hahahahaha


    by Richard Day on Fri, 11/18/2011 - 10:34pm

    Ha! Good one, DD.

    Turkey Day access, 
    means who gets the white meat and
    who's stuck with giblets.


    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 11/19/2011 - 1:14am