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:
She was curvaceous
in a way that made young men
stutter and stammer.
---
Colliding since birth,
the cross-eyed twins decided
to try switching sides.
---
His mind was slipping
His thoughts can't seem to grasp hold
of Life without her.
---
Darkness overwhelms,
but then, the morning sunrise
peeks through my window.
---
Some flowering quince
brighten up my room, while they
tease my sinuses.
---
double haiku:
He sees kids at play
and represses sadness at
not having children.
Sitting in the park,
he looks at ducks and swallows,
wishing he could fly.
---
The bark of a willow,
Tough, pliant, yet moist inside ...
The secret of Life.
---
As the dusk draws nigh
chickens roost and dogs bark at
approaching shadows.
---
In a quiet room,
far from all the excitement,
plans were being made.
---
I'm down on my knees.
Tell me what I want to hear:
How do I get up?
---
Troubles never last,
Like cream poured into coffee,
They'll soon swirl away.
---
That big old elm tree,
knows all my heartaches and has
heard my confessions.
---
While she was away,
he would sit in his room and
listen to sad songs.
---
As we left the church,
Birds began to sing. Angels
whispered, 'Life goes on.'
---
The young schoolgirl's crush
waited 'neath the boardwalk with
a cold grape soda.
---
Thoughts run through my head,
in-congruent images
chasing after them.
---
They both were nervous ...
Its been so long ... Her heart raced.
He HAD to kiss her.
---
Insistent rain that
falls on an indiff'rent man
gets him just as wet.
---
On a shady lane,
there lived a lonely girl that
dreamed of love fulfilled.
---
His heart on his sleeve,
led many folks to assume
he always wore shirts.
---
When his heart's desire
bitch-slapped his raison d'être,
he felt quite confused.
---
In a bawdy boite
patrons cried out in dismay
"Please put it back on!"
---
Fitful nights will pass.
Sleep will overtake sadness.
A new day will dawn.
---
A sliver of moon,
slicing through the clouds, restless
shadows roam the fields.
---
haiku quintet:
I used to enjoy
anonymous wanderings
when on vacation.
I would quietly
explore towns I visited,
as if I lived there.
now, due to age and
chronic illness, I can not
blend into backgrounds.
Ev'ry where I go
I am noticed, observed and
offered assistance.
I miss the old days
and the anonimity
which showed me new worlds.
---
triple haiku:
I have crossed into
a secret realm, and wish
to hide forever.
Hide from harlequins,
scamps and poseurs, and people
with damned agendas.
Keep your heart hidden
to keep it safe from danger
Let what's good find you.
---
An old weathered rope,
hangs 'round a lonely fence-post,
purpose forgotten.
---
In the corner sat
a haunted piano, which
played only lost chords.
---
The weathered rowboat,
Lodged in the pond's muddy dregs,
remains moored ... oar-less.
---
The white-capped waves reached
out with watery fingers
to capsize the boat.
---
Before a pinkish-
purple sky, an old tree asks
for it's lover's hand.
(Photograph copyright Kristina Rebelo)
I'm taking a break next week and possibly the week after to attend my grand-niece's wedding.
I'll be back with some new haikus in two weeks. Enjoy.
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Comments
Found a new cafe
Food is pricey but so good!
Who cares? It's Friday!
by CVille Dem on Fri, 05/13/2016 - 7:21pm
Excellent, CVille!!
Friday night routine;
Bacon cheeseburger deluxe ...
Manchester Diner.
by MrSmith1 on Fri, 05/13/2016 - 10:46pm
The words were mixed up.
One by one by one by one,
they belong to me.
by moat on Fri, 05/13/2016 - 9:58pm
Ha! Good one, moat!
Words can get scrambled
when one is won, two is too
shortly, you'll belong.
by MrSmith1 on Fri, 05/13/2016 - 10:52pm
I track the bare feet
to the edge of the forest,
following silence.
by moat on Sun, 05/15/2016 - 6:02pm
I am truly done
With negative nastiness
Let us get this done!
by CVille Dem on Sun, 05/15/2016 - 6:29pm
Sometimes I miss them;
the words that run thoughts away
and spill all over.
Then again, silence
can cover a lot of ground
when you’re not looking.
by barefooted on Sun, 05/15/2016 - 8:08pm
While looking one way,
the answer came from behind,
passing on the left.
by moat on Sun, 05/15/2016 - 8:59pm
Wonderful, moat, CVille and Missy!!
by MrSmith1 on Sun, 05/15/2016 - 9:31pm
Someone's too silent
her words too running-away
where the hell you been?
by Oxy Mora on Mon, 05/16/2016 - 9:37am
I phoneblog hear and
Thair; smartphone perspektive makes
me outward mobile.
by PeraclesPlease on Mon, 05/16/2016 - 2:47am
"Howya do'n?" I asked...
"nice day." "Rude to answer your
own question", he said.
by PeraclesPlease on Mon, 05/16/2016 - 2:37am
Haikus meditate
for us when we're too busy.
Preoccupied some?
by PeraclesPlease on Mon, 05/16/2016 - 2:36am
Once we got to space
we decided we don't much want
to live there. Too quiet.
by PeraclesPlease on Mon, 05/16/2016 - 2:40am
Zen haikuism.
What's the sound of one hand li-
king? Lead, don't follow.
by PeraclesPlease on Mon, 05/16/2016 - 4:25am
Good ones, Peracles!
Haikus are Zen-like
But a leaden thought will sink
Soaring rhetoric.
by MrSmith1 on Mon, 05/16/2016 - 9:36am
Zen Leffelin - band
Goes over like led haiku,
Heavy helium.
by PeraclesPlease on Mon, 05/16/2016 - 10:33am
At the dentist's now
So he can implant a tooth
So expensive but no choice.
Sucks to be so old...
Teeth and joints are design flaws
Why no foresight, God?
by CVille Dem on Mon, 05/16/2016 - 9:39am
Yo, God's no designer. Well,maybe sharks and centipedes.
Good one, CVille.
by Oxy Mora on Mon, 05/16/2016 - 9:45am
God's biggest regrets;
He made dinosaurs too big
and men's hearts too small.
by MrSmith1 on Mon, 05/16/2016 - 10:45am
Leviathan - if
such a bad motherfucker,
why's he hiding out?
by PeraclesPlease on Mon, 05/16/2016 - 10:50am
Levitation hide?
He just swallowed Jonah and
now he's digesting
by MrSmith1 on Mon, 05/16/2016 - 1:22pm
Saw the best rhymes of
my generation mangled,
Droid autocorrect
by PeraclesPlease on Mon, 05/16/2016 - 1:38pm
For these are the rhymes
That try men's soup . And the rhymes.
They are a changling.
by MrSmith1 on Mon, 05/16/2016 - 5:01pm
No rhyme or reason,
No time or season, just sub-
lime sport that's pleasin'.
by PeraclesPlease on Mon, 05/16/2016 - 5:38pm
(Sigh) Peracles, what can I say? You have a clever mind. Focus on structure.
Look, I'm not teasin'
your "kus" have got me sneezin'
it's "AH-CHU" season.
by MrSmith1 on Mon, 05/16/2016 - 7:33pm
Round about midnight
My structure has dissipat
ed, only headstones.
by PeraclesPlease on Mon, 05/16/2016 - 11:59pm
Your dissipation;
dismal and disappointing,
distant and dismissed.
by MrSmith1 on Tue, 05/17/2016 - 12:12am
Soupçon is a hint,
Soupspoon is adequate, while
Souperbe's overwrought.
by PeraclesPlease on Mon, 05/16/2016 - 5:45pm
Confucius say,
don't need a weatherman to
knows which way nose blose.
Dylan sang nasal
ly, the proboscis of a
starved generation.
by PeraclesPlease on Mon, 05/16/2016 - 6:04pm