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:
The Easter Bunny
scared her so much, she went to
church without a peep.
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Celebrities are,
of late, dropping faster than
consonants down South.
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haiku factories
should not use slave labor as
they complain a lot.
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Writing is easy
Comedy (discipline), hard.
So ... I do haiku.
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My heart lives near the
sycamores which still blossom
after ev'ry rain.
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The small magpie roosts
on a flowering plum tree,
a warm sun shining.
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tanka haiku:
Clinging to her form,
the diaphanous gown made
her ethereal.
As she stood in the moonlight,
she glowed with Love's own glory.
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By the lilly pond,
she shed her inhibitions,
and from there, we fell.
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Tulips in the field
chase away receding snow
clearing paths for Spring
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No longer straight-laced,
They have, no doubt, lost their soles ...
( When work boots go bad. )
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Too many wind chimes,
not enough jello shots; the
story of her life.
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A lonely bus stop
on a Monday afternoon
I count the taxis.
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In a wicker chair
by the sea shore, sits a young
temptress dressed in blue.
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Silhouetted sunsets;
barren trees plead for fruit on
snowy coastal dunes.
( Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo )
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The end of the world
will always draw a crowd to
watch the damned fireworks.
( Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo )
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Diminishing light,
the quiet insistence of
each small breaking wave
The tide coming in,
The day going out, a bird
flies through the sunset.
( Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo )
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Easter massacre!
A headless choc'late bunny
lies amidst his peeps!
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Some flowering quince
brighten up my room, while they
taunt my allergies.
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Let the youngest ask:
"Why is this night different?"
Good Pesach, my friends.
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A convent garden;
the praying mantis looks for
Jack-in-the-pulpit.
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triple historical haiku:
Nineteen eleven,
flames leap from the Triangle
Shirtwaist factory.
Garment workers trapped,
some jumping to their deaths, some
die inhaling smoke.
Safety of workers
must not be ignored by those
running factories!
(March 25, 1911 - Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire)
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At the sky’s edges,
mountaintops still pierce the clouds,
to peek at heaven.
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He was mesmerized,
not by her beauty, but by
how sweetly she laughed.
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Last year's jelly bean
found in my jacket pocket
still tastes pretty good.
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Graceful wisps of hair
framed the courtesan's face as
she served him green tea.
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Silently stalking,
my lilac point Siamese ...
pounces on dust balls.
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Appreciation
of Life's complexities makes
easy answers hard.
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A wise man sees what
is truly needed, not just
what is desired.
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A garden pathway
lined with purple violets
absorbs all sadness.
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Cherry blossoms bloom
along the Potomac and
scoundrels sleep with thieves.
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More to come ...
Second Warning: The Friday after next is April 1st. I'd like to try a Haikulodeon Challenge. It's difficult, I don't know if I can do it, but I also think it might be fun, so I'm giving us some lead time to think it over. Here's what I'd like to try; On Friday, April Fools Day, I'd like to try doing a Palindromic heap of haikus. That is, every haiku must have at least ONE line be a palindrome. And every comment should follow the same rule. One line has to be a palindrome. Sound like fun? Sounds a little scary too, right? Well, that's why I'm giving everyone, including myself, advanced notice. Don't post your palindromic haikus until April 1st. Let's see if we're up to the challenge.
Example:
The Catholic rules
for satanic pups? Simply,
dog evil, live god.
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The 8th Annual 'April is Spondylitis Awareness Month' starts next week!
Comments
The shirt I pull on
is not a magic garment.
These words are the same.
If one person wears something,
what is really being said?
by moat on Fri, 03/25/2016 - 9:59pm
Good one, moat!
The shirt I pull on
is pushing my support of
products I endorse.
The Nike swoosh, the Coke wave
I put my faith in Logos.
by MrSmith1 on Fri, 03/25/2016 - 11:42pm
Do others, besides your followers understand how masterful this all is?
TAKE THIS LINE
The end of the world
Will always draw a crowd?
THIS IS MASTERFUL!
WHERE ELSE WOULD I READ THIS?
Hell, everyother drama on TV shows the walking dead.
Maybe we are all walking dead, for sure.
BUT DAMN
THE END OF THE WORLD
WILL ALWAYS DRAW A CROWD?
this is masterful.
I never thought of this like that, as they might say.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The end is very near
And that is what they have been
Telling me for years
hahahhaah
We shall all die soon
Well, you hit the sixties and
Yeah, the end is near
hahahahahah
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
You see, there is something else in what you write.
It is amazing.
All I can do is to give you my meaningless award.
I hereby render unto Mr. Smith
The three month Dayly Line Award for this here Dagblog Site,
given to him from all of me
for this line (that is only a percentage of wondrous lines)
the end of the world will always draw a crowd
I read thousands of lines every day; losing the meaning of most of them.
B ut damn.
THIS IS REALLLY REALLLLLLLY GOOD.
the end
I need a song
This may sound pompous or silly but
Did Dante say this?
Did Milton say this?
Did Emerson say this?
DID I MISS SOMETHING?
I am sorry.
Too much cough syrup. hahahahah
Yeah I shall fall asleep soon
With this thought.
The end of the world shall always draw a crowd.
I don't know.
But damn!
by Richard Day on Tue, 03/29/2016 - 12:06am
Mozart!! Thanks for the kind words.
by MrSmith1 on Wed, 03/30/2016 - 12:15pm