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    An Unindicted, Unendorsed Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     


     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     

     


    There the old man sat,
    sullen as deaf dogs in church,
    eyeing his grand-kids.

     

     

     


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    Dogs lie lazily,
    on a Summer's afternoon,
    too hot to chase birds.

     

     


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    Hiding in shadows,
    waiting for the sun to set,
    and the moon to rise.

     

     

     

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    When we interact,
    we acknowledge we are gears
    in this God machine

     

     

     


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    A swarm of bees flit
    about my head as I walk
    through my neighbor's yard.

     

     

     


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    Saunter through the woods
    leaving all your cares behind ...
    breathe in raw nature.

     

     

     

     

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    Moon behind the clouds,
    dew forms on the meadow grass,
    a whispered, "Goodnight!"


     

     

     
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    Having said his piece,
    he waits for her reply, and
    ponders the walk home.

     

     

     


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    Vacant apartment
    Dust has settled everywhere.
    Her spirit lingers.

     


     

     

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    In a quiet place
    where no-one else was allowed,
    he wrestled with doubt.

     

     

     

     

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    Swirling rain pelts me.
    I dash for shelter under
    a leafy oak tree.

     

     

     

     

     

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    The sun has risen,
    The meadow's long past the dew,
    What's keepin' those cows?"

     

     

     


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    The persimmon tree,
    bends just enough for me to
    pluck some of its fruit.

     

     


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    Though fragile hearts need
    whispered blessings, they also
    need a steady hand.

     

     


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    double haiku:

     


    This physical realm,
    lets spiritual beings,
    experience pain.
     
    Live and you’ll know pain;
    All lessons in Life derive
    from this simple fact.

     

     

     

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    No one owns meaning
    shades of interpretation
    are rented, however.

     

     

     

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    Quietly they slept
    in a field of bluebonnets;
    his head in her lap.

     

     

     

     

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    Moody clouds roiled through
    the dark sky o'er the harbor ...
    we gathered our things.


     

     

     

     

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    As he sat and thought
    of his impact on the world,
    the roof fell on him.

     


     

     


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    The ocean so vast,
    and the waves so persistent …
    I’ll swim tomorrow.

    (Photograph courtesy Kristina Rebelo.)

     

     

     

     

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    a triple stand-up haiku:

    Seriously, folks ...
    two analysts in the hall ...
    at least in theory.

    All kidding aside,
    Two analysts in the hall ...
    Study each other.

    (rimshot, cymbal crash.)

    Thank you very much
    I'm here until Tuesday, try
    the lemon chicken.

     

     

     


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    And then, a rainbow
    swept across the darkened sky,
    for the storm had ended.

     

     

    (Photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo)

     

     

     

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    Small town lament-ku:


     He was bred in Rye,
    creamed in Milk River, and laughed
    at in Ho-Ho-Kus.
     

     

     


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     Will you ever wake?
    Or will you dream forever?
    Will you ever know?

     

     

     

     

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    Compassion for those
    that never got sick ... Old age
    will be quite a shock.

     

     

     


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    Mournful elegies
    echoed through the cathedral
    dear friend laid to rest.

     

     

     

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    Noises in the hall;
    My neighbor drops their keys, then
    curses their fingers.
     
     

     

     

     

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    Sometimes, the truth hurts.
    Of course, truth be known, lying
    can hurt just as much.
     
     

     

     

     

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    An old weathered rope,
    hangs ’round a lonely fence-post,
    purpose forgotten.

     

     

     

     

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    Something-I-saw-today-ku:

     

    An old woman with
    green hair ... how is it her youth
    never acquiesced?

     

     

     

     

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    A man on a bike
    carelessly rides through the park
    wearing suspenders.
     
     

     

     

     

     
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    In the morning light,
    a sailboat on the Hudson,
    moves as in a dream.
     

     

     

     


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    If you think Sinning
    takes more work than being Good ...
    You've never been Good.
     
     

     

     


     
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     A convivial
    conveyance of convenience ...
    convertible coupe.
     
     
     

     

     

     

     

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    tanka haiku:

     

    The old weathered barn
    still advertises Mail Pouch
    chewing tobacco.

    Irony? The old farmer
    still dead - cancer of the gums.
     

     

     

     

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    Comfy and cozy
    and wrapped in a patchwork quilt,
    she sipped some hot soup.

     

     

     

     

     
     
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    Now is not the time?!
    Now is ALWAYS the time!!
    It's the tense we're stuck in.
     
     

     

     

     

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    Any given day,
    swirling leaves will seem confused
    by the winds of change.
     
     

     

     

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    I feel so alone.
    I watch the tide come in and
    think of yesterday.

    (Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

     

     

     

     

     

     
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    The way of the world-ku:


    Aggravating man,
    infuriating woman;
    Act Three, they're in love.

     

     

     

     

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    After the downpour,
    the neon lights of Broadway
    shimmered in puddles.
     

     

     

     

     

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    Sucker punched by thugs ...
    smooched by dames ... he fires his gat ...
    (He thinks he's Sam Spade.')

     


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    Most Ala-Kazam,
    Abra-Cadabra spells seem
    to lack real magic.

     


     

     

     

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    At the sky's edges,
    mountaintops still pierce the clouds,
    to peek at heaven.
     

     

     

     

     
     


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    The billowing sails,
    The churning, white-capped waters,
    grey skies at ebb tide.

     

     

     

     

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    There’s just Black or White
    in a world of absolutes …
    and thus, no rainbows.

     

     

     

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    The deepening blue
    gently quiets golden waves.
    Nightfall approaches.

     

    (Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

     

     

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    Comments

    Doubt sucks at wrestling
    but has sharp elbows designed
    to get first in line.


    Good one, moat!!

    Trump has short fingers
    but sharp elbows which he needs
    when combing his hair.


    Freud said the ego
    was a part like in your car.
    So, we are all Trump.

    I don't want parts of myself
    to get bigger than they are.


    HA!  Thanks, moat!

    tanka haiku:

    An American
    who says we are all Trump, is,
    most likely, a Trump.

    We all want bigger wallets
    to put in smaller pockets.

     

     


     


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