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    Still even more haikus for a Friday afternoon and January is almost half over

     

     

    A gypsy, cowgirl,
    and hula dancer, and yet,
    We just call her 'mom'.
     
    The above collage was made by an artist friend of mine about 15 years ago and incorporates three photos of my mom. (Who, for the record, denies these are photos of her, claiming that they are actually of her mother. I have the originals in a box of photos somewhere and I believe my mom is experiencing a bout of 'convenient amnesia.'  )
     
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    Neither wilt, nor pause,
    nor hesitate, nor waiver,
    for the world still turns.
     
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    Cold and rainy nights,
    comfort the lonely, who shed
    their tears un-noticed.
     
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    Dreams will fade away,
    past pleasures too, as the night's
    fog envelopes us.
     
     
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    Putting on greasepaint,
    actors fret about their lines;
    Will makeup hide them?

     

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    (a short story told in nine haikus:)

     
    His older sister
    showed him how to dance with girls.
    His next step ... call one.


     
    He thought he would wait
    'til later, but his sister
    handed him the phone ...


    Starting to panic.
    he prayed that she was not home.
    'Hi Penelope!' ...


     
    He paused, then stammered,
    'Are you going to the dance?'
    (She was ... with Tommy.)


     
    Four phone calls later ...
    the nervousness was gone, now
    he was desperate.


     
    He decided to stop
    calling cheerleaders and try
    his friend from math class


     
    She said, 'I don't dance,
    but I would like to see you,
    so I'd love to go.'


     
    His gloom turned into
    elation! He had a date!
    And a girl liked him!

     

    That night, his homework
    did not get done, but lessons
    were, most surely, learned,
     
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    Do you feel kinship
    with a complete stranger that
    shares the same ring-tone?
     
     
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    Angled, mangled, flanged,
    that old desk has many faults,
    I can't throw it out!
     
     
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    tanka haiku: How you enter rooms,
    shows how you deal with your life,
    Boldly? Shyly? Sad?
       Some folks hesitate, then go,
       others can not find the key.

     

     

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    'Polar bears', she said,
    'are the largest carnivals.'
    (She meant carnivores.)
     
     
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    Quietly they slept,
    in a field of bluebonnets;
    after-love's reward.
     
     
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    Silent are the trees
    through harsh winters, stoically,
    they wait for the Spring.
     
     
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    Eager young puppies
    jump and bark and bounce about
    making toddlers squeel.
     
     
     
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    alone again, he's
    forced to face failure with no
    shoulder to cry on.
     
     
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    Skies may be blue, but
    we all live in a Yellow
    Aquamarine ... right?
     
     
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    double haiku: Filtering his thoughts,
    he decided not to say
    how he really felt.

    For she would only
    get mad and begin to cry,
    'cuz he loathed her friends.
     
     
     
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    purple wads of gum
    from underneath her desk kept
    sticking to her legs.
     
     
     
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    double haiku: The dawn was breaking
    as he opened the door and
    went for a long walk.

    On his way back, he
    bought coffee, a schmeared bagel
    and the New York Times.
     
     
     
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    He whispers her name,
    as he lies in bed at night,
    so his dreams find her.
     
     
     
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    Wishing on a star,
    hoping for the future, she
    joyfully began.
     
     
     
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    each day, he walked through
    his garden and picked a rose
    to place on her grave.
     
     
     
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    sipping his coffee,
    he glanced at the newspaper,
    but still thought of her.
     
     
     
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    His steak was well done.
    He liked it medium, which
    is rarely done well.
     
     
     
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     He knew a woman
    who lived quite far away, and
    wished to be with her.
     
     
     
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    he spent all morning
    vehemently denying
    that he was involved.
     
     
     
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    The weathered shingles
    on the cottage by the lake,
    need to be repaired.
     
     
     
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    Overgrown grass hides,
    a long neglected tombstone;
    a child forgotten.
     
     
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    Nuzzling pillows
    under a down comforter,
    she fought waking up.
     
     
     
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    Do you want to know
    what I'm really thinking, or
    what you want to know?
     
     
     
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    Translations are rough,
    when you do them on the fly,
    (don't blame the zipper.)


     
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    I yell, "Bon voyage"
    as the ship glides from the pier,
    Strangers laugh and wave.
     
     
     
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    His daughter's confused,
    Barbie filibustered her.
    Oops, wrong tea party.
     
     
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    Comments

    Much to ponder

    Silent are the trees
    through harsh winters, stoically,
    they wait for the Spring.
     

    It is about 16 above right now--average for this time of year and the winter has really been mellow. You do not get too far politically up here speaking against global warming.

    The computer says there is a 7mph wind but I perceive no movement out there at all.

    When the cold is intense up here, I do marvel at the pines and those other naked trees.

    And there is something eerie about the quiet when there is no wind.


     

    Grieving trees embark

    on their sad autumn journeys

    shedding leafy tears.

     

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    wind bites, cheeks redden,

    cold in the city brings the

    January blues. 

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    Civil war discussions notwithstanding, y'all live in the wrong part of the country. Just sayin'…


     


    The price Yankees pay,

    for NOT being hillbillies?

    Cold winter weather.

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    Winters way down South

    pale when compared to just one 

    New England sleigh ride

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    Some Civil War buffs,

    love re-enacting battles;

    Gettysburg redux.

     

     

     

     


    Arrogant Yankees

    I ain't no damn hillbilly!

    Them be fighting words!


    All in jest, of course! wink


    LOL!  Love that one!

     

    Double haiku:  About them hillbillies ...

    how many does it take to 

    screw in a light-bulb?

     

    The answer of course,

    is none; their cabin ain't got

    no 'lectricity...

     

     

     

     

     


    Some various replies:

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    When Ken lied to her,

    Barbie left the skate party.

    High heels dot the ice.

    --

    I once chased my thoughts;

    They ran away so quickly.

    Now they wait for me.


    I especially like that last one.


    Wonderful!

     

    Barbie's skate party,

    ended in chaos, when Ken

    missed a toe-loop. 

     

     

     


    Two days of climbing

    Slept in a hut with Japanese

    We scaled Mount Fuji. 


    Sweet.

     

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    Scaling Mount Fuji,

    I suddenly found myself

    posing for photos.

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    Smile, you ga-i-jin;

    What are they doing up here?

    Nice flight jackets, though. 


     

    tanka haiku:  Those life preservers

    and flight jackets brag too much.

    But you know that, right?

       Neither one will give you flight
       nor preserve dying folk's lives.

     

     

     


    I like that a lot. 


    Thanks,  but I think I need to do a re-write on the last two lines... How's this?

     

    Those life preservers
    and flight jackets brag too much.
    But you know that, right?

    No jacket will make you fly,
    no vest prevent your decay.

     

     


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