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    Still more haikus for the last Friday afternoon of 2011

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 12/30/2011 - 12:43pm |

     

    This is a photo of the Smith family Xmas brick.

    It was made in 1956 by my sister in her elementary school art class.  It is an ordinary brick, painted white with red felt glued onto it and green felt letters glued onto the red felt, spelling out NOEL. My mother has kept it all these years, through numerous moves and changes in her life, always taking it out each Christmas to display (or use as a door stop when needed.) With my mom in a nursing home, my sister received custody of the brick this year and as shown in the photo is proudly displaying it on her front porch along with some of her other Christmas decorations. I dare say it is probably the most resilient Xmas present ever made in a public school art class, and my sister, (the artist) and her art teacher (who thought up a lesson plan for grade school kids using bricks), are to be congratulated for a job well done. And to think, some people want to eliminate Art classes from public schools. Look at what one brick can do for the Xmas spirit.

     
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    This week's batch of haikus:
     
     
    double haiku:  May the coming year
    bring enough adversity
    to test your mettle.

    And enough joy and
    happiness to make your heart
    sing and your soul soar.

     

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    double haiku: He wrestled demons,
    which didn't pay as well as
    praying for angels ...

    But, it's a living.
    And the fact is, he preferred
    headlocks to halos.
     
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    He was in shock. His
    precious illuminated
    manuscript was real.

     

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    Standing in Times Square,
    with the drunks that celebrate
    watching a 'ball' drop.
     
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    He crosses the street,
    nonchalantly dodging cars,
    but bicycles? BAM!
     
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    Waiting and waiting ...
    he couldn't take much more ... then
    the other shoe dropped.
     
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    After each rainstorm
    shimmering shafts of sunshine,
    broke through the grey clouds.
     
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    If you're hunting for
    the bluebird of happiness,
    lure it by laughing.
     
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    Each day we listen,
    to all the sounds around us
    and hear what we like.
     
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    He toined to 'Blinky'
    and said, "Ya moron, that's not
    my moll, that's my mom!"
     
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    Prepping for blood work
    is a 'tortuous routine';
    no food or water.
     
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    A strange dialect,
    false moustache and wig can not
    alter your spirit.
     
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    He rubs his fingers
    over a long healed scar and
    reflects on his life.
     
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    The kitten's whiskers
    brushed across the old man's face,
    making him giggle.
     
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    A blustery day
    the weather outside is calm
    Congress in session
     
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    Poor old uncle Mike,
    slept in rocker recliner
    now he can't get up.
     
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    Bayberry candles
    still spread a christmas-y scent
    through his apartment.
     
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    Fastidious fops
    frequent fewer flophouses;
    find fancier fare.
     
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    Paths to glory run
    through fields of ignominy,
    loathing and defeat.
     
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    Search the whole wide world,
    ev'ry nook and cranny and
    you will find ... more stuff.
     
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    On his empty bed,
    sits a present, wrapped, but left
    out of his suitcase.
     
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    Happy New Year to everyone here at Dagblog!

     

     

     

    Comments

    These are such a pleasure to read. I really like the last one. Happy New Year and keep up the writing.

    Great story of the brick, love the picture.In keeping with the story, I hope:

     

    Teach them all at home.

    Art and religion are foes!

    Michelangelo?

     


    by Oxy Mora on Sun, 01/01/2012 - 1:00pm

     

    Happy New Year, Oxy.

     

     

    Her kids were home schooled,

    So dinosaurs ate cavemen

    and Reagan saved us.

     

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    double haiku: may the coming year

    bring enough adversity
    to test your mettle.

    And enough joy and 
    happiness to make your heart
    sing and your soul soar.

     

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    Old acquaintances
    forgot? And ne'er brought to mind?
    Well, that's just silly.

     

     

     

     



     


    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 01/01/2012 - 1:50pm

    I like the last one the best. The unsent thing.

     

    She sent him away,

    Or he left without a word.

    Time does not decide.


    by moat on Tue, 01/03/2012 - 9:11pm

     

    Nice one, moat!


    She left him speechless.
    Without words, he went away ...
    but took his sweet time.  


    by MrSmith1 on Wed, 01/04/2012 - 12:42am

    She would not listen,

    And left, but year after year,

    He still talks to her.


    by Donal on Wed, 01/04/2012 - 9:19am

    HA! Excellent, Donal!


    He still talks to her
    whenever he needs a friend.
    She still ignores him.

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Wed, 01/04/2012 - 2:15pm

    He never listens.

    Did you put the right socks on?

    And now you know why. 

     


    by Oxy Mora on Wed, 01/04/2012 - 2:43pm

     

    Oh no, not again!

    My right sock's on the left foot!

    I'll walk in circles!


    by MrSmith1 on Wed, 01/04/2012 - 3:03pm


    It's even harder

    To know the right from the left

    When she buys tube socks.

     


    by Oxy Mora on Wed, 01/04/2012 - 3:15pm

    There is no diff'rence

    Between the right and left sides

    And… that's what she said!


    by Verified Atheist on Wed, 01/04/2012 - 3:19pm

    He never got jokes.

    She showed him two short pink socks.

    He didn't laugh much. 

     

     

     


    by Oxy Mora on Wed, 01/04/2012 - 4:17pm

     

    She put the pink socks

    on her fingers and wiggled,

    He still didn't laugh.


    by MrSmith1 on Wed, 01/04/2012 - 5:23pm


    There is no diff'rence

    between the right and the left,

    that's what Nader says!


    by MrSmith1 on Wed, 01/04/2012 - 5:18pm