MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE by Michael Wolraich Order today at Barnes & Noble / Amazon / Books-A-Million / Bookshop |
Here's this week's heap of haikus:
A beach umbrella
keeps a lonely vigil as
the tide starts to turn.
(Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)
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Cool September night
A golden moon is shining o'er
the harvested fields
(Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)
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I did not have you
standing with me, but always
you were in my heart.
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As day turns to dusk,
neatly anchored sloops slowly
bob in the harbor.
(Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)
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I wish I had known
how to give what you needed.
I was such a fool.
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Hailing a taxi,
her scarf flutters in the breeze.
God, I wish she'd stay.
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He tried to please her,
he tried to reason with her,
she tried his patience.
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If you own a gun,
you've agreed to a world where
shooting's an option.
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A curious mind,
some spirited pondering ...
Voila, fresh insights.
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We both know that she
is fishing for compliments …
(Get me off the hook.)
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Cynicism is
easy, Optimism hard.
The sky is still blue.
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Do you feel the world
is here for your amusement,
or you for the world’s?
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It’s often said that
mischief stalks the mundane to
make it laughable bearable.
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A dagger as sharp
as a lover's rebuke has
not been invented.
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Blessed are those that
never got sick, for old age
will be a surprise.
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He felt so awkward
in the glittering ballroom
with his two left feet.
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Red-headed co-eds ...
Ragtime on the radio ...
Remnants of past lives.
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Sticks of patchouli,
smouldered in his messy room,
his mom was incensed.
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An old weathered rope,
hangs 'round a lonely fence-post;
purpose forgotten.
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tanka TV-ku:
Horizontal lines,
adjust the Vertical Hold,
play with Rabbit Ears.
TVs were simple once. Now,
you need to call Tech Support.
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Though she pined for him,
she could not find a way to
gracefully forgive.
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He sits quietly
on a stool in a diner
and stares at his soup.
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Silent surrender;
she flops onto the sofa
and turns on TV.
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In the apple tree
sat a happy little boy
dangling his feet.
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Hard-to-believe-ku:
Just twenty-one years
separate "Casablanca"
from "Meet the Beatles" ...
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A yellow note was
pasted on the scaffolding ...
"Soft heads need hard hats."
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Pretending we'll meet,
each time I turn a corner
makes me walk faster.
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Stuck on sandy beach?
Quick, call the Police! Umm ... Wait.
We ARE the Police.
(Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)
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Although her heart ached
in the middle of the night,
by dawn, it had healed.
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Words had no effect,
so, reluctantly, he tried
throwing sticks and stones.
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Quiet young ladies
sit in Starbucks and "like" their
own Facebook comments.
***
Comments
With down like ducklings
pillowed clouds floated softly,
disguising the swans.
by barefooted on Fri, 09/12/2014 - 9:02pm
Ha! Good one, barefooted!
Disguising the swans
as prima ballerinas
takes stepping on toes.
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Clouds that masquerade
as ducklings? What can I say
but ... I'm down with that.
I
by MrSmith1 on Fri, 09/12/2014 - 10:24pm
On her tippie-toes
the ballerina surprised
the prima donna.
And in so doing,
caused the soprano to sound
much like a chicken!
by barefooted on Fri, 09/12/2014 - 11:59pm
Gianni's sister,
the prima Donatelli ...
Chicken Versace
(Sorry, it's 4 AM, and that's the best I could come up with. )
by MrSmith1 on Sat, 09/13/2014 - 4:50am