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    A Really Good Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

     

    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?


    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.

     


    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!

     

     

     


    Mozart!!  Thanks for the kind words.


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