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    Singin' the Blues on a Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon





    Here's this week's heap of haikus:




    An immortal soul
    demands that you acknowledge
    heaven gets crowded.









    Slouched in a corner,
    of a dingy juke joint, a
    young man learns the blues.









    Ducking down alleys
    looking for a few close shaves
    scored some Mary Jane.










    You cheated, then lied,
    Now you say that you'll be good ...
    Which you should I trust?








    Lord, keep me healthy,
    gals in dirty dungarees,
    start my rodeo ...









    Cold-hearted woman
    on a hot Summer ev'ning,
    loosens my collar.






    tanka haiku:


    Why do we suffer?
    Does it purify the soul?
    Is it bad karma?

        Do pure souls ever suffer?
        What if it's all just random?"








    Got up this mornin',
    I believe I dust my broom
    You can wring my mop.









    A knock at the door.
    her face rings a bell  … My past
    has caught up with me.










    I like her paint job
    and she's got a stick shift, but ...
    too many drivers








    My sweetheart wandered,
    And made a fool out of me,
    all my love in vain.









    He beat out rhythms
    on the edge of his guitar,
    while his voice would scat.







    Settin’ on my porch;
    ‘Why did my woman leave me?’
    Sing those Whiskey Blues.







    Feel so down and out,
    I can’t deal with all the pain;
    buried in the blues.










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









    All things pass away,
    And all relationships change,
    We are in motion.











    New England autumns,
    The trees ablaze with colors,
    A chill in the air.








    All's right with the world,
    but I am still left-handed,
    looking for scissors.










    Pig's feet and possum,
    Mama serves them with some yams.
    Down home country meal.











    Lost my job today,
    All my friends lost their jobs too ...
    The factory closed.










    My red-haired woman,
    wagged her finger, shook her hips,
    taught me ways to love.








    Anguished and in pain,
    she never thought that her life
    would end up like this.




    Pies on windowsills
    send aromas wafting through
    the nearby schoolyard.






    Ten, Jack, Queen, King … Four.
     It’s time for Ted to go home.
    Poker can be cruel.






    Carol's begonias
    offer a coral contrast
    to mom's yellow mums.









    She has a great smile;
    it can send him to the moon.
    So ... he makes her laugh.









    Walking in Spring rain,
    past flowers being nourished
    and snow drifts destroyed.









    A nuanced answer's
    often misunderstood ... or
    picked apart by 'friends.'








    My baby left me,
    all I do is sit and cry,
    forlorn forever

    Sitting on my porch,
    watching the day going by,
    Night time hide my tears.








    I'm feelin' homesick,
    for the town where I was born,
    Life was easy then.








    Blistering come-backs
    raced through his head, but all he
    could say was, "Oh YEAH?!"







    double haiku:
    Oh, sweet saxophone,
    play for me a most gentle
    lullaby for Bird.
    I passed his house on
    Avenue B today and
    muttered, "Too soon gone."






    Driving blue highways,
    seeking out less traveled roads,
    small town life endures.









     Now that I'm alone,
    my mind will sit in corners
    and think about you.







    If you're blue and want
    to feel happy, listen to
    Potato Head Blues.








    Forgot to include this one: 

    Got the pastel blues,

    no spectacular failure,
    just a shade away.



    Keeping the word good
    like keeping the parlor neat
    Is a full time job.

    Not as an effort per se,
    more like a relationship.

    Excellent, moat!!

    My grandpa did not
    like keeping the parlor neat ...
    which drove grandma nuts.

    Not without effort, per se,
    they kept their relationship.




    They kept their promise

    just as they kept their lifetimes ...

    neat as a parlor.

      Until the grandkids showed up

      and kicked away the cobwebs.



    Ha!! Good one, Missy!!

    Fact: Kids destroy things
    In a haunted house, they'll kick
    away the cobwebs.  




    Away, foul cobwebs!

    Never cross my path again!

    (Said the fated fly)


    Away, haunting past!

    Never quote my spoken word!

    (Said the fated man) 




    Hahahahaha!! Wonderful, Missy!!

    Interviewing me?
    "Never quote my spoken word."
    said the Senator.




    Lying on the sand,

    drops of sweat between her breasts;

    reddened and sunburnt.


    Waves crashing on shore,

    while Jonathan Livingston

    dances overhead ...

      Searching for the acceptance

      she has all but abandoned.



    Lovely, Missy!!   But did you really think I didn't know who Jonathan Livingston Seagull was?  LOL
    Thank you for thinking I was too young to get the reference.  (Or wait, did you think I was too senile to remember?) Anyway, thanks for this lovely haiku + tanka haiku.   I was going to do a response, but my first impulse was to make a crass joke about the Republican nominee and rather than make such a vulgarity at nearly 3 AM, I think I will just let your work stand on its own.  Nicely done.






    Well, it's not like I linked to Wiki!  wink

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