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    more haikus NOT written by the Earl of Oxford

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 11/04/2011 - 2:48pm |

     

    The batch from the past week:

     

    haiku: 'King of the Cowboys',
    He fought the bad guys and sang
    'Happy Trails to you ...'

    (Roy Rogers - born 11/05/1911- died 07/06/1998)
     

    haiku: Mind all aflutter,
    She left her glasses at home
    and her keys at work.

     
    Will you please turn back?
    Your clocks that is, this weekend.
    (Too much daylight saved.)
     
    Sitting on the curb,
    the boy watches the runners;
    "I think I'll do that."
     
    At the water's edge,
    a beachcomber contemplates
    a scallop seashell.
     
    There, at her bedside,
    were her friends and family;
    'Welcome back from Oz.'
     
    He was raised by wolves,
    but tutored by nightingales,
    so, he howls on key.
     
    alternate version:
    I was raised by wolves,
    I'm dating Red Riding Hood.
    Conflict of int'rest?
     
    They spent All Souls Day,
    still stuck in Purgatory.
    Heaven help them ... please.
     
     
    tanka haiku: The 96th Street
    ramp to the West Side Highway;
    a thing of beauty.
       A tree-lined curved underpass
       with a view of the Hudson.
     
     
    The green poker chip,
    hidden in his vest pocket,
    kept him in the game.
     
     
     Some signs reveal truths,
    and some try to sell you stuff;
    words can open hearts.
     
    Emphatic rainbows,
    Strew their colors 'cross the sky
    Nothing's black or white.
     
     In Grandma's parlour,
    quiet domesticity,
    and a sleeping cat.
     
    And so, moving on,
    he gave up all his comforts,
    to find a new path.
     
    As I fall asleep,
    whispers of memories drift
    through my consciousness ...
     
    Bags full of candy,
    ('Goodies' gleaned on Halloween),
    Seldom last a week.
     
    Sunny Sunday morn,
    Where's my winter wonderland?!
    It's melted away.
     
    Saturday snowfalls,
    kids still get the day off, and
    parents still shovel.

     Outside, snowflakes fall,
    comfy in my bungalow,
    time for hot cocoa.
     
    Mind all aflutter,
    She left her glasses at home
    and her keys at work.  
     
     

     

     

     

    Comments

    Thanks again.

    "Grandma's Parlour". Perfect.

     

    Halloween candy

    spread all over the carpet

    she always got more.

     

     


    by Oxy Mora on Fri, 11/04/2011 - 3:41pm

     

    Nice.

     

    Sibling rivalries
    get bitter when it comes to
    Halloween candy.

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 11/04/2011 - 4:08pm

    Good one.

    I still don't know where she got all of those damned tootsie rolls.


    by Oxy Mora on Fri, 11/04/2011 - 4:56pm

     

    Thanks. That made me laugh out loud.  :-)

    I think tootsie rolls were competing with mary janes when I was a kid for most bagged candy at Halloween.

     


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 11/04/2011 - 5:33pm

    Yeah, when I was a kid they handed out Mary Jane in my neighborhood, too…


    by Verified Atheist on Sat, 11/05/2011 - 8:10pm

    Hippie drug slang like

    Bogart, Roaches, Mary Jane ...

    Seems a bit quaint now.

    --------------------

    Smoking pot in school,

    In my dorm room nodding off, 

    Sleeping through finals.


    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 11/06/2011 - 1:33am

    I don't know why hot cocoa tastes so good when the ground is snow-covered.

    And Grandma...

    Well I have made it clear several times that my Roman Catholic Grandma was the meanest white woman in Minnesota. hahahahahaha

    Oh but she could cook.

    And she played the piano and sang like Jeannette McDonald. hahahaah

    Great memories Smith!


    by Richard Day on Sat, 11/05/2011 - 6:57pm

    Aaaah, Sweet mystery

    Of life at last I found you

    But only on film


    by Donal on Sat, 11/05/2011 - 8:17pm

    This is genius. And it confirms that "Mel Brooks" is the Earl of Oxford.


    by Doctor Cleveland on Sun, 11/06/2011 - 10:59pm

    I have often wondered what having grandparents would have been like.  I never knew any of mine, mostly because they died before I was born. Fortunately, I was able to use my mother's godparents as my substitute grandparents, so I did have the occasional old person to go to for a dime for the ice cream man when my parents said it was too close to dinnertime.  ahhh, memories indeed.


    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 11/06/2011 - 1:48am

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