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    haikus, lowkus and kus stuck in the middle ...

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 10/21/2011 - 12:51pm |

     

    haikus, lowkus and kus stuck in the middle ... a.k.a. this week's batch:
     
     
     
    Do you ever walk
    down unfamiliar streets and
    yet feel right at home?
     
     
    I miss many things
    that I can no longer do,
    eh, but who doesn't?
     
     
    Who and what you are,
    your strengths and your weaknesses
    merge when you're in Love.
     
     
    Dreary afternoons,
    cooped up in her office, she
    dreams of escaping.
     
     
    The stack of papers,
    suddenly flew 'round the room!
    Please close the window!
     
     
    Brisk rainy mornings,
    ameliorate gloom and
    cleanse nature's palate.
     
     
    Broken hearts are warmed,
    by the caring of true friends.
    Warmth triggers mending.
     
     
    Wishing you were here,
    Hoping you find happiness,
    Sadly, we move on.
     
     
    Hope for the future;
    not a thing of the past, but
    a present present.
     
     
    The trees on my block
    remain greenly defiant;
    Occupy Autumn.
     
     
    The problem, it seems
    is my old mirror. It needs
    newer reflections.
     
     
    Have you seen my thoughts?
    They sometimes wander through town,
    searching for meaning.
     
     
    When daffodils bloom,
    near the edge of your garden,
    passers-by may pluck.
     
     
    alliterative haiku: "Docile delinquents,
    doing downers daily, don't
    despair dumb details."
     
     
    horses in meadows,
    look as though they're on a break,
    while the cowboys eat.
     
     
    We laughed 'til we hurt,
    For we'd stumbled upon, a
    universal truth.
     
     
    Damn this computer!
    'Page Unresponsive' ... Thanks Chrome.
    (Browser aroused her.)
     
    Browser, arouser
    of anger in the user.
    Click on link for "Help."
     
     
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    nine haikus on the theme of OWS: inspired by a friend's haiku about the tea party and wanting to take our country back.
     
    The tea-party folks
    wanted their country back too,
    Sadly, they've got it.

    But this ain't the same,
    we want REAL change and reform,
    not Repub. B*llsh*t.

    This wrong path we're on,
    was a collaboration,
    which we must address.

    Living wage? Yeah, right.
    Yet sellers still raise prices
    then, tax breaks too. Fair?!

    Now, average folks
    get screwed top, bottom, both ends
    and in the middle.

    Government to blame?
    NO! without it, Big 'Bizness'
    runs roughshod o'er us.

    We're 'UNITED' states,
    at times, we must sacrifice,
    for the 'common good.'

    Here's where we can start;
    corporate 'people' must die,
    reform campaign laws.

    Finally, we must
    ALL get mad and VOTE, THEN we'll
    get our country back
     
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    Comments

    I was commenting recently about eternity.

    It is not really eternity.

    The proper term should be timelessness.

    In timelessness there is no beginning and there is no ending.

    The event is simply timeless.

    I watched the geese today heading south and having second thoughts mid air as they left the Mallards--for what reason I do not know.

    The Sea Gulls who come up here in April on their way to the Great Lakes come back for awhile in October.

    Migration appears to be perfect for geese and gulls but there are always a few less educated Mallards who stick around far too long and end up frozen.

    I know I am on the precipice of a winter that shall never end.

    So I understand the concept of spacialness. I have found myself at places where there seems to be no specialness. ha

    When time and space are in sync I become depressed.

    Today I actually read a piece where teabaggers are notifying employers that they should not hire anyone until after November 2012.

    This just enrages me.

    Birds do not enrage me.

    The angle of the sun does not enrage me.

    But man's inhumanity to man enrages me.

    Barry, two years late as far as I am concerned, finally gets us out of an illegal war and the repubs demand we invade Iran.

    What is a mother to do?

    But the birds and the wind and the ponds and the forests tell me that humanity is just a passing breed that will eventually anihilate itself.

    The birds and the wind and the ponds and the forests will endure.

    the end

    hahahahahah


    by Richard Day on Fri, 10/21/2011 - 7:03pm

    Please save this reply of yours. It is both spacial and special and it was a delight for me to read. Thanks for it.

     

    Geese, Mallards, Seagulls, 
    seldom think beyond right now
    Man does nothing but.

     

    Eternity is

    a wish not to die made real.

    A hope we can't prove.

     

    Of course, it's also

    dining with all your in-laws

    or waiting for 'news'.

     


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 10/21/2011 - 8:59pm

    MARVELLOUS!

    hahahahahah

    I always wonder if anyone actually reads my nothingness.

    hahahahah

    Oh I could give you stories about dining with my in-laws. hahahaha

    Oh Smith. I just recalled.

    Throughout the summer there was this wild white goose who could not find its defintion-so to speak.

    He stuck around the Mallards who would find no objection to his presence.

    A month ago the wild white goose disappeared.

    We have really white gulls who come from Superior and end up there in the end.

    For some reason he ended up lost with the mallards.

    He went away.

    And I wonder where he went.

    The white goose who did not end up among the ordinary geese!

    I dunno, I shall use my camera next time.

    I missed the moment.

    But the white goose shall always remain in my consciousness.

     


    by Richard Day on Fri, 10/21/2011 - 9:12pm

    "Lost with the Mallards."  a short story title if I ever read one. LOL


    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 10/22/2011 - 2:02am

    Jumped from Donal's piece on the NYT to here, prompting this:

     

    The Sunday paper

    A Bloody Mary or two

    We were lovers then.


    by Oxy Mora on Fri, 10/21/2011 - 10:26pm

    A sublime image.  Nicely done, Oxy.


    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 10/22/2011 - 2:04am

    Thanks. And thanks for posting your work, it's a real pleasure to read.


    by Oxy Mora on Sat, 10/22/2011 - 7:06am

    Nice collection of piñatas. I will take a swing:

     

    Property is theft,

    so is it's abolishment.

    Pronouns are tricky.

     

    Chaos is not free.

    Supplicants gain no favor

    praising lucky breaks.

     

    A wind plays the chimes.

    How odd it would be to think

    the reverse was true.

     


    by moat on Sat, 10/22/2011 - 8:36pm

     

    Most experts know, you

    can't alphabetize chaos,

    but CAN order fries.

     

     

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 10/23/2011 - 12:33am