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    An Un-Salacious Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     

     

     

     


    State-of-the-realm-ku:
     

    We're royally screwed;
    The Queen's alive, Prince is dead ...
    Stephen King's okay.

     

     

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    Eventually,
    Whatever happens reminds
    us of what we did.

     

     

     


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    He had shifty eyes
    but a nifty pair of hands
    ( He's still an ***-hole. )

     

     

     

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    It's Gangsta Ho-Jo!
    "The Host of the Highwaymen"
    Can't beat his fried clams

     


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    Private Eye-ku:

     

    Sopping yolks with a
    raft of rye, some lean pigs and
    a mug of java.

    Then, I eyeball a floozy
    joyridin' my jalopy.


    I gulp the joe, toss
    a sawbuck at the skirt, and
    yell, "keep the change, doll!"

     

     

    (to be continued)

     

     


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    On the TV show,
    "Amish Survivor", Ruth dreamt
    of escalators.

     


    (Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

     

     

     

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    When you syncopate
    a fascinatin’ rhythm,
    Do you strike a chord?

     

     

     

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    haiku quartet:

     

    Whoever said that
    suicide is painless was
    a damned optimist.

     

    suicide? painless?
    dying hurts and that ain't all;
    it hurts our loved ones.

     

    I suppose that sounds
    trite.  It is.  It is also
    true as true can be.


    Sometimes Life is trite.
    What's wrong is trite. That ain't right.
    Trite and true.  Good night.

     

     

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    Drawn lines create space ...
    it's how we define our world;
    establish context.

     

     


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    Dogwoods bloom at last!
    Spring’s celebration of joy
    finds Riverside Park.

     

     

     

     

     

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    tanka haiku:

    What do you say to
    old friends that have, lovingly,
    frozen you in time?

    Be kind.  You were loved enough
    to have been thought worth saving

     

     

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    Simplified tax form:
    How much you make? Where is it?
    Please send it to us.

     

     


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    Once, a Wall Street type
    tried to make an honest buck ...
    Derivative schmuck.

     

     

     

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    Duchamp exhibit,
    The guard admonishes me,
    Not to spin the wheel.

     


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    Oleanders feign
    int'rest in my dog-eared book

    "flowery prose" con.
     

     

     

     


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    triple haiku:

     

    Note in a bottle
    floating on the ocean blue
    o'er a hundred years.

     

    Asks simple question:
    How did I get here ...? Offers
    a shilling reward.

     

    How often have I
    asked the same thing about Life ...
    How did I get here?

     

     

     

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    Her elderly cat,
    can no longer climb the stairs,
    she must be carried

     

     

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    You are determined,
    small yellow dandelions,
    pushing through sidewalks."

     

     


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    How oddly human;
    hearing sounds and reading words
    can change how we feel.

     

     

     


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    triple haiku:

     

    I dream, I wish, I
    want, hope and wait ... then give up
    and go back to sleep.

     

    I dream, I wish, I
    want, hope and wait ... then give up
    and go back to sleep.

     

    I dream, I wish, I
    want, hope and wait ... then give up
    and now I can't sleep.

     

     

     


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    A tall vase full of
    happy yellow daffodils
    assuages anger.

     

     


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    double haiku:


    Swimming with the tide
    may take you into oceans
    of profound regret.
     
    Lying on the beach,
    however, may burn your hide,
    so ya takes your choice.

     

     


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    The theater went dark;
    then flickering images,
    danced upon the screen.

     

     

     

     

     

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    Without warning, two
    Trucks collide near the corner,
    Police cars converge.

     

     


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    '89er Day!
    The Oklahoma land run ...
    Sooner beat Later.

     

    (April 22, 1889 - Oklahoma Territory Land Run)

     

     

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    Comments

    Especially good collection here, Smith. Thanks.

     

    bourbon bottle note

    plucked from a Kentucky lake

    'take heed, it kilt me"


    HA!  Excellent, Oxy! 

    He felt bottled up
    by Scottish fashion designs ...
    "Take heed, it kilt me."


    you bastards cheated;

    but your people started it;

    both of you---shut up;..


    HA!  Excellent, Oxy!!


    He tilts at windmills.
    A rose by another name
    trips up his poor horse.

    Knight in Dale flings into flight,
    following romantic dreams.


    Good one, moat!!


    Men of La Mancha
    spend most days just straightening
    those tilted windmills.

    A knight in Gail will sing at night
    following romantic 'dreams'.

     


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