The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    If it's Friday afternoon, it must be the haiku-lodeon ...

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 05/04/2012 - 12:54pm |

     

     

     
     
     
    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     
     
     
    Things I saw today:
    Newlyweds on bridle path,
    Cruise ship without pier.
     
    (note: All 'things' mentioned in the 'Things I saw today' haikus were seen on the day the haiku was written on my ride to or from work.)
     
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    Honky-tonk music
    spilled from an open window.
    We danced in the street.
     
     
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    haiku: He was on a lark,
    driving to New Orleans, to
    hear some Dixieland.
     
     
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     In my dreams last night,
    I ran through fields of clover ...
    and there, I found you.
     
     
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    Across that river,
    Lies the land where dreams still thrive.
    We must build a bridge.
     

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    Sitting in his room,
    pondering his hopes and dreams,
    he fell fast asleep.
     
     
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    He was mesmerized,
    not by her beauty, but by
    how sweetly she laughed.
     
     
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    On the bus ride home,
    she reached into her pocket,
    and found his love note.
     
     
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    When I feel most lost,
    I'll wander through a garden,
    for all paths lead there.
     
     
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    Angels do not fly;
    they're lifted by God's hand and
    placed where there is need.

     

     
    Respond-ku from a friend:

    That's interesting.
    But, perhaps, a distinction,
    without a diff'rence    .
     
     
    I beg to differ,
    those giant flapping wings can
    be quite distracting.
     
     
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     If you wish to know,
    you will find a way to learn.
    If you don't ... you won't.
     
     
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    tanka haiku: I wish for my friends
    to have their dreams come true, and
    my enemies too.

        (Unless, of course, their dreams are
        to do me harm or kill me.)
     
     
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    Playfully placing
    his hand upon her waist, thrilled
    him beyond measure.
     
     
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    Whether at War or
    fighting a Chronic Disease,
    Courage will rise up.
     
     
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    Double haiku: Things I saw today:
    a "punk" played with his yo-yo,
    'til his bus arrived.

    An old woman with
    a used walker. wearing a
    Nike Warm-up suit.
     
     
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    After the downpour,
    the neon lights of Broadway
    shimmered in puddles.
     
     
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    tanka haiku re-dux: Yes, you know my heart,
    For we are kindred spirits,
    Walking the same path.
        But stay wary, my friend, for
        Paths, like lover's hearts, may turn.
     
     
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     I think he enjoyed
    being silly the most, when
    she was serious.
     
     
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    Don't hesitate to
    voice your own opinions ... just
    try not to sound dumb.
     
     
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    Eagerly, she looked
    in the Cracker Jack box, but ...
    found no diamond ring.
     
     
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    When World AS Day
    falls on Cinco de Mayo:
    Back-oh de Uh-Oh.
     
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    Comments

    I still wish to underline how nice it is that Dag noticed your talents! Two days now.

    The last time I achieved that high achievement was last year when they made fun of my Bachmannphobia. ha

    Anyway

    Sitting in his room,
    pondering his hopes and dreams,
    he fell fast asleep.
     
    Actually I was lounging on the couch watching some drama and I awaken 9 hours later. I have not slept over four hours at a time for weeks!
     
    Anyway, I note lately that you have more than a few lines concerning romantic remembrances of things past!
     
    I thought I was the only one. hahahahaha

    by Richard Day on Fri, 05/04/2012 - 3:14pm

     

    Yeah, I'm just a romantic schmuck at heart.

    And if it weren't for a good recliner, I'd probably get no sleep at all.  I don't remember ever getting 9 straight hours of sleep ... at least not for the last 30 years or so.  What an interesting concept.  

     

    Here's a new one for you:  

    A sign of aging
    is remembrance of things past ...
    I look back fondly.


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 05/04/2012 - 3:29pm

    Here's a variation:

    A sign of aging
    What was I talking about?
    My memory fades…


    by Verified Atheist on Fri, 05/04/2012 - 4:49pm

     

    Excellent!


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 05/04/2012 - 5:02pm

    hahahahahaahhhaha

    And don't I know it!

    hahahahaha


    by Richard Day on Fri, 05/04/2012 - 6:10pm