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    A Picturesque Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 10/04/2013 - 4:46pm |


     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     

    Sunday afternoon,
    strolling o'er the Brooklyn bridge,
    breathing in the sky.

     

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    Ted Cruz-ku:

    Reading children's books?
    It helps if you understand
    the point of the tale.

     

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    ( All of the following photos were taken by my friend and fellow Spondy, Tom Contrino )

     

    Though Time marches on,
    punk Suffragettes listen to,
    Ragtime Nine Inch Nails.

     

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    Hear what I'm saying,
    If she throws food on this dress,
    Helen Keller dies!

     

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    Ironic beauty,
    Amelia Earheart ponders,
    Mourning her own life

     

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    Don't just stand there, James,
    Rev up the Stanley Steamer
    And let's hit the road!

     

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    Who would have guessed that,
    Her golden locks were made of,
    14 carat gold ...

     

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    Daily or Monthly
    Parking is available ...
    Just don't do it here.

     

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    Wet and glossy lips,
    Slightly apart, teeth showing,
    Vapid gaze ... Perfect.

     

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    As you climb the stairs,
    taking one step at a time,
    the sky grows nearer.

     


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    On some distant shore,
    A time long ago, we were,
    Our ancestor's dream.

     

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    Behind the twelfth door,
    Lay wonders beyond your ken,
    All need do is knock.

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    Now, its chance is gone,
    Wind blows through paneless windows,
    The House didn't win.


    Hope's a distant dream.
    Splendors of our youth squandered,
    Never bet on Red.

     

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    His battered trombone,
    Fills the night air with music,
    Tuxedo Junction.

     

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    His sardonic grin,
    Mocks you while you're having fun,
    'Laugh now, while you can.'

     

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    'Ouality Fashions' ...
    Attention to detail's why
    Men swear at Menswear.

     

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    He buried his fear
    in the pleats of mother's skirt.
    ( ... and wiped his nose too.)

     

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    Fear is a fabric
    that folds under stress, and when
    in hot water, shrinks ...

     

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    tanka haiku: When you first awake,
    check your bedroom for feathers,
    lost from angel's wings.

    They may, of course, appear in
    the form of small children's toys.


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    Most swallow whole their
    political pablums, but
    Texans eschew them.

     

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    tanka haiku:

    Blessed in many ways,

    some tend to focus mainly

    on their suffering.

    That is not the way to live;

    Focus on what drives your heart.

     

     

     

     

     

    Comments

    Soft hands on rough stone,

    Vapid gaze that sees the real,

    Erode each other.


    by moat on Fri, 10/04/2013 - 7:06pm

    Nice one, moat!

     

    Soft hands on rough stone,
    grasping for crevices, will
    soon form calluses.

     


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 10/04/2013 - 9:26pm

    Amazing!

    Photo Haikus rule!

    Images seem to abound

    Well done Mister Smith!

     

    I have been playing with nonsense

    But I cannot proceed without your approval.

    Shall I proceed?

    I admit before that I shall use the shwa or else ignore it.

    Fool or fuel have two vowels.

    If one feels it true? 


    by Richard Day on Fri, 10/04/2013 - 7:12pm

    Thanks DD.  I was a little light on the haiku writing this week, so I went back to some that I did with my friend, the photographer Tom Contrino.  I'm hoping we can get this proposal for a book of my haikus and his photographs off the ground eventually.

     

    'If one feels it true'
    has been the rationale for
    all the world's blunders.
     

    Proceed with playing with nonsense... Just promise to share the results with us.

     

    At this time of Fall,
    you should wear a shawl, when you're
    using ma's shwa. Da?.

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 10/04/2013 - 9:19pm

    In Manu Dei Sunt

     

    They used to sell kids

    Colored candy Cigarettes

    I thought them Kool


     

    They used to teach kids

    Color coded history

    In public schools

     

    They used to sell kids

    Candy flavored cereal

    Replacing their gruel

     

    They used to tell kids

    That they should always follow

    The Golden Rule

     

    They used to teach kids

    To sit up straight and not slouch

    And look the fool

     

    They used to teach kids

    Take pride in your appearance

    And do not drool

     

    They would instruct kids

    To reason and not argue

    Do not be cruel

     

    Debate involves facts

    Decent research is a must

    Argue civilly

     

    Argue civilly

    Argue with civility

    Respect others' thoughts

     

    Respect others' thoughts

    Respect your foe's positions

    Speak your words calmly

     

    Do not make up facts

    In some effort to persuade

    For the greater good

     

    Try to speak softly

    And carry forth with good facts

    Screaming lies don't work

     

    Liars sometimes win

    And Ad Personam attacks

    Sometimes do prevail

     

    Monkeys throw feces

    Ministers throw their theses

    Pundits throw pieces

     

    And misquotations

    Sometimes win the arguments

    What has really won?

     

    Feigned citations win

    It seems so once in awhile

    But critics research

     

    They used to reach kids

    By attempting to live by

    Most of these rules

     

    But go watch C-SPAN

    See the monkeys throwing crap

    Right at their colleagues

     

    We seem to forget

    As far as humans go: In

    Manu Dei Sunt


    by Richard Day on Sat, 10/05/2013 - 4:35pm

    Dear Lord ... This is great, DD!   The haiku-ist Basho meets Ogden Nash meets James Thurber ...

     

    Let me ask you this:

    If it is all in God's hands,

    why is He all thumbs?

     

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    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 10/05/2013 - 5:00pm

    hahahahahahahahahahahahahaahhahah

    Oh this does not represent 1% of my laughs.

    hahahah

    All thumbs

    Well, I must render unto Mr. Smith, the Dagblog Line of the Day to the best friend I have on this blog; given to all of you from all of me.

    hahahahah

    ALL THUMBS

    I mean, where is the purpose? hahahahahah

    I still am an A-Theist. hahahhaha

    But damn! there is some order out there without regard to Congress.

    Evidently, words like 'tool' can be used as two syllables in your rule book! 


    by Richard Day on Sat, 10/05/2013 - 7:50pm

    Oh I forgot to acknowledge that the powers that be will headline your haiku posts from time to time.

    And I think you are getting more 'hits'.

    I think it is great when the powers that be recognize that you have something to contribute.

    That's all I got. I was just thinking about this.

    Oh and you headline again! ha


    by Richard Day on Sun, 10/06/2013 - 5:01am

    Thanks DD and thanks to the 'powers that be.'  I truly appreciate the recognition.   I really respect and enjoy all the fine folks that populate this site.  It is a warm, friendly and intelligent community and a nice sandbox in which to play and contribute my nonsense. wink

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Mon, 10/07/2013 - 12:09pm

    Stupid shows up first.

    He is waiting when you start.

    He wants to be free.


    by moat on Wed, 10/09/2013 - 7:37pm

     

    When it's dinnertime

    in the cannibal village,

    stupid shows up first.

     

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    The bejeweled collar

    he wears undercuts his claim 

    he wants to be free.

     


    by MrSmith1 on Thu, 10/10/2013 - 9:59am

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