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    A Quiet, Rainy Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     

     


    She was curvaceous
    in a way that made young men
    stutter and stammer.

     


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    Colliding since birth,
    the cross-eyed twins decided
    to try switching sides.

     

     

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    His mind was slipping
    His thoughts can't seem to grasp hold
    of  Life without her.

     

     

     

     

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    Darkness overwhelms,
    but then, the morning sunrise
    peeks through my window.


     

     

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    Some flowering quince
    brighten up my room, while they
    tease my sinuses.

     

     

     

     

     

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    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.

     

     

     

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    The bark of a willow,
    Tough, pliant, yet moist inside ...
    The secret of Life.


     

     

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    As the dusk draws nigh
    chickens roost and dogs bark at
    approaching shadows.

     

     

     

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    In a quiet room,
    far from all the excitement,
    plans were being made.

     

     

     

     

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    I'm down on my knees.
    Tell me what I want to hear:
    How do I get up?

     

     

     


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    Troubles never last,
    Like cream poured into coffee,
    They'll soon swirl away.

     

     

     

     

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    That big old elm tree,
    knows all my heartaches and has
    heard my confessions.

     

     

     

     


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    While she was away,
    he would sit in his room and
    listen to sad songs.

     

     

     


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    As we left the church,
    Birds began to sing. Angels
    whispered, 'Life goes on.'

     

     

     


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    The young schoolgirl's crush
    waited 'neath the boardwalk with
    a cold grape soda.

     

     

     

     

     

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    Thoughts run through my head,
    in-congruent images
    chasing after them.


     

     

     

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    They both were nervous ...
    Its been so long ... Her heart raced.
    He HAD to kiss her.

     

     

     

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    Insistent rain that
    falls on an indiff'rent man
    gets him just as wet.

     

     


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    On a shady lane,
    there lived a lonely girl that
    dreamed of love fulfilled.

     

     

     

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    His heart on his sleeve,
    led many folks to assume
    he always wore shirts.

     

     

     

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    When his heart's desire
    bitch-slapped his raison d'être,
    he felt quite confused.

     

     

     

     

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    Purgatory; a
    place for the not good enough
    and the not so bad.
     
     
     
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    In a bawdy boite
    patrons cried out in dismay
    "Please put it back on!"

     

     

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    Appreciation
    of Life's complexities makes
    easy answers hard.
     
     
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    Tucked in his wallet
    was a photo from his youth
    of a secret love.
     
     
     
     
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    Fitful nights will pass.
    Sleep will overtake sadness.
    A new day will dawn.

     

     

     

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    A sliver of moon,
    slicing through the clouds, restless
    shadows roam the fields.

     

     

     

     

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     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.

     
     

     

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    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.

     

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    An old weathered rope,
    hangs 'round a lonely fence-post,
    purpose forgotten.

     

     

     

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    In the corner sat
    a haunted piano, which
    played only lost chords.

     

     

     

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    The weathered rowboat,
    Lodged in the pond's muddy dregs,
    remains moored ... oar-less.

     

     

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    The white-capped waves reached
    out with watery fingers
    to capsize the boat.

     

     

     

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    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!


    Excellent, CVille!!

     

    Friday night routine;
    Bacon cheeseburger deluxe ...
    Manchester Diner.


    The words were mixed up.
    One by one by one by one,
    they belong to me.


    Ha! Good one, moat!

     

    Words can get scrambled
    when one is won, two is too
    shortly, you'll belong.


    I track the bare feet
    to the edge of the forest,
    following silence.


    I am truly done

    With negative nastiness

    Let us get this done!


    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.


    While looking one way,
    the answer came from behind,
    passing on the left.


    Wonderful, moat,  CVille and Missy!!

     

     


    Someone's too silent

    her words too running-away

    where the hell you been?


    I phoneblog hear and

    Thair; smartphone perspektive makes

    me outward mobile.

     


    "Howya do'n?" I asked...

    "nice day." "Rude to answer your

    own question", he said.


    Haikus meditate

    for us when we're too busy.

    Preoccupied some?


    Once we got to space 

    we decided we don't much want

    to live there. Too quiet.


    Zen haikuism.

    What's the sound of one hand li-

    king? Lead, don't follow.


    Good ones, Peracles!

     

    Haikus are Zen-like

    But a leaden thought will sink

    Soaring rhetoric.


    Zen Leffelin - band

    Goes over like led haiku,

    Heavy helium.


    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?


    Yo, God's no designer. Well,maybe sharks and centipedes.

    Good one, CVille.


    God's biggest regrets;

    He made dinosaurs too big

    and men's hearts too small.

     

     

     


    Leviathan - if

    such a bad motherfucker,

    why's he hiding out?


    Levitation hide?

    He just swallowed Jonah and

    now he's digesting


    Saw the best rhymes of

    my generation mangled,

    Droid autocorrect


    For these are the rhymes

    That try men's soup . And the rhymes.

    They are a changling.

     


    No rhyme or reason,

    No time or season, just sub-

    lime sport that's pleasin'.


    (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.

     

     


    Round about midnight

    My structure has dissipat

    ed, only headstones.

     



    Your dissipation;
    dismal and disappointing,
    distant and dismissed.


    Soupçon is a hint,

    Soupspoon is adequate, while

    Souperbe's overwrought.


    Confucius say,

    don't need a weatherman to

    knows which way nose blose.

     

    Dylan sang nasal

    ly, the proboscis of a

    starved generation.

     


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