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    A No-Frills Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:


     

     

    Do not obsess on
    the follies of youth, but how
    you overcame them.

     

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    "Call me Istanbul ..."
    because Constantinople
    is a real mouthful.

     

     

     

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    Many lives touch ours,
    some merely pass close enough
    to have an effect.


    (Yvonne Choteau - RIP)

     

     

     

     

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    Moon behind the clouds,
    dew forms on the meadow grass
    a gentle wind blows.



     

     


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    No-one ever knows
    private failures we've endured,
    unless we succeed.
     
     



     

     


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    Hoping for the best,
    but expecting the worst, gets
    you a bit of both


    (The theme song to "The Twelve Chairs" by Mel Brooks)
     

     

     

     

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    Fine fettles of fish,
    fancily filleted, fed five.
    Flounders feast filling.


     



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     tanka haiku: 
     


    Bittersweet choc'late ...
    then morose maple syrup,
    where does it all end?
     
       With comatose caramels?
      The Domino (Sugar) theory.


     



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    The worker began
    rummaging through his tool-box,
    looking for pliers.

     

     

     


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    tanka haiku:



    A marionette,
    still dangles from the door-jam,
    no longer dancing.
      
       His room remains as it was,
       His mom still goes there to cry.


     


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     As you get older,
    perspectives change; trivial
    matters fall away.
     



     

     

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    Being unemployed
    will lighten your wallet and
    darken your outlook.

     


     

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    Flying by the seat
    of one's pants sounds like fun, but
    when landing, heads up!



     


     

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    Raising awareness?
    Grand Finale or Grand Mal?
    Seems like a bad choice.

     

     



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     Why climb up a tree?
    To brag to all of your friends,
    'I'm higher than you!'



     


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    She was of good faith
    and did all the right things, but
    still, she felt empty.




     

     

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    Minimize your pains,
    and maximize your blessings,
    and keep marching on.
     
     


     

     

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    Opening new doors
    will oftentimes take more than
    a handful of keys.

     

     



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    I sing to the Lord ...
    because, at this point, He is
    sick of me shouting.


     


     

     

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    I need to hear you,
    as I draw my last breath, tell
    me that I was loved.



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    Formerly treasured
    knick-knacks in the garbage can?
    The whim of 'the wife.'

     

     

     


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    Geese, dogs and seagulls,
    seldom think beyond right now,
    Man does nothing but.
     



     

     

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    Where is happiness?
    In the hearts we make glad, and
    the souls we comfort.



     

     

     


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    Brightly colored flags
    flapped happily in the breeze;
    quite a stirring sight!
     

     

     

     


     




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    Then his blushing bride
    ripped off her clothes and whispered,
    "Wanna consummate?"


     




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    And so, moving on,
    he gave up all his comforts,
    to find a new path.



     

     

     

     


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    Weary troubadour,
    guitar slung across his back,
    Hitch-hikes cross-country.



     

     


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    Two minute warning,
    it's first down and goal to go.
    Don't fumble the ball.
     

     

     

     




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    tanka haiku:

     

    Sirens start screaming
    in the middle of the night,
    causing dogs to bark.
     
       Then, the neighbor's lights go on.
       ... I drove through their shrubs, okay?
     


     


     
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    I can not tell you
    how deep's the ache in my soul ...
    but, thank God, you know.
     



     


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    There will be more snow
    and much cold will chill you, but ...
    April come she will.



     

     

     

     

     

     

     



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    tanka haiku


     We should live our lives
    as if we were near-sighted;
    Don't focus too much
       
        on small things up close, and
        keep it blurred 'round the edges.




     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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    Comments

    plebes are arguing

    the wealthy are getting laid

    politics explained


    HA!  Good one, Oxy!!  (Wait a ,minute ... Who are you calling a plebe?  LOL)


    Rude awakenings
    use the same mattress as those
    Skills learned while sleeping.

    Words check their footing and style.
    Eyes make short work of all that.
     


    Rude awakenings;

    such a woeful beginning

    to an awesome day.


    It's nine already

    three full weeks for these bed sheets

    rube awakening


    Ha!!  Good one, Oxy!!

    A sleeping Rubik
    still gets red and blue aligned;
    Cube awakening.

     



    Wonderful, Missy!!


    Excellent, moat!

    While you are cursing
    in your dreams, your spouse will plan
    rude awakenings.


    Sing oh Goddess of

    The anger of Achilles

    Son of Pelius

    I sing to the Lord

    Because at this point, he is

    Sick of me shouting!

    hahahahahhah

    ​I really don't know

    Memes float through synapses in

    my atrophied brain

     

    (well done Mr. Smith!)


    Thanks, DD!



    Achilles anger
    was that his own mother made
    him feel like a heel.


    your time's up, buddy,

    this truth serum might gall you

    just leave your stuff here


    HA! This one made me laugh out loud. Well done, Oxy!

     

    I said to the Priest;
    "Truth serum may gall you, but
    time for Confession."


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