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    Year-End Guest-haiku-ers at the Haikulodeon

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 12/28/2012 - 1:56pm |

     

    Instead of my usual weekly heap of haikus, I thought I'd let this week be mostly a look back at the past year's haikus written by other dagbloggers in their comments to my postings.  At the very end, I'll include a few of my own from the past year. 

     

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    Browsing the haikus

    a sudden glint of laughter

    comes as a surprise.

     

    - Anonymous

     

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    On the Sandy Hook Massacre: 

     

    Guns, guns, and more guns

    Babes in the garden are gone

    Eden's been attacked!

     

    I can't stop cryin'

    Five year-olds are just dyin'

    Before our own eyes.

     

    There is no bizness

    Like show bizness on cable

    Now cliches abound

     

    Children have been wronged

    Families are in mourning

    Is there a morrow?

     

    - Richard Day

     

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    The snows are comin'

    They had landed already

    A few weeks ago

     

    They are comin soon

    The snows are comin again

    This time forever

     

    No more green will be

    No more hopes and no more dreams

    Winter comes for good!

     

    20 below comes

    And the sun will disappear

    But I will be here

     

    62 seasons

    I have seen it all I thought

    Memory fails me

     

    - Richard Day

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    Shy maple blushed red
    Until the cold gale blustered
    And modesty lost.

     
    - flowerchild 
     
     
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    Cluster of Aspens

    encircled by conifers;

    Yellow defies Green.

     

    - moat

     
     
     
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    First blizzard arrived

    And it left the ground just damp

    Was sound and flurry

     

    Leaves are goin fast

    The sun is just peekin through

    I better go now

     

    - Richard Day

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    Tanka haiku:

     

    The squirrels dig holes;

    seemingly by a fixed plan

    where my tiny lawn

        becomes an array of pits

        designed by Rene Descartes.

     

    - moat

     

     

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    Many years later

    A forest grows in Brooklyn

    Squirrels always win.

     

    - flowerchild

     

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    A yellow dancer

    On a Summer garden stage

    Always steals the show.

     

    - flowerchild

     

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    The spark may not take.

    Despite all earnest efforts,

    Rain postpones the fire.

     

    - moat

     

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    tanka haiku:

     

    I am a planet.

    Water fills the low places.

    Wind carves the mountains.

       So the Earth is my sister;

       Not an identical twin.

     

    - moat

     

     

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    A song fills the house,

    She is working at something,

    Only I know this.

     

    - moat 

     

     

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    You think life is fun?

    Go up and straighten your room.

    Ice cream truck is here!

     

    - Oxy Mora

     

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    (When I accidentally double-posted one week, I was informed that things had been corrected in haiku:)

     

    Your double posting

    of the haikulodeon

    is now a single

     

    - Donal

     

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    The intensity

    of her lips made him wary.

    He touched his wallet.

     

    - Oxy Mora

     

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    Lifting up the skirt,

    to clear the flowers below;

    Her steps are like rain.

     

    - moat

     

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    Don't feed that damned cat

    Now look, kittens everywhere

    Anyone got milk?

     

    - Oxy Mora

     

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    MARCHING

     

    I marched to the store

    At dawn with frost in the air

    I wore winter clothes

     

    I marched once again

    Midmorn in the sun in sweats

    My view t'ward the pond

     

    I repeated the journ

    At noon in a short-sleeved shirt

    A bright sunshine shone

     

    A year's wear in hours

    With wonder and awe I saw

    A year in a day

     

    A year in a day

    Changes can be so awesome

    You blink and miss it

     

    Consider the Tao

    And you think you know the way

    The Tao can vary

     

    We think that we know

    But can you deny what shone

    A year in a day

     

    - Richard Day

     

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    I step outside, breathe

    Nature is wearing perfume

    Flowers are harlots

     

    - Verified Atheist

     

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    Flowers are harlots
    most purchased for their beauty
    this John loves them all

     

    - A Guy called LULU

     

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    He will not return.

    But his words are now my words;

    What am I saying?

     

    - moat

     

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    A sign of aging
    What was I talking about?
    My memory fades…

     

    - Verified Atheist

     

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    The blogger will write

    Words to jangle, joggle, jab

    But the screen is dim

     

    - Michael Wolraich

     

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    I should have done this
    I should have done the other
    Why even bother!
     
     
    - Richard Day
     
     
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    The wood lets you know

    when the chisel shapes the hand;

    Skill is a garden.

     

    - moat

     

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    When the clouds permit,

    balloons for the funeral

    refract a cold light.

     
    - moat
     
     
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    Each dealt hand was bad.

    It was time to leave the game.

    But new cards arrive.

     

    - moat

     

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    "Subway"

     

    Please sir, hold my arm

    Until we reach ground level.

    That man is staring. 

     

    - Oxy Mora

     

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    I ran out of stone.

    The eye is drawn to the gap

    where the path falls short.

     

    - moat

     

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    How can Ray be dead?

    In my mind we are still young,

    With lifetimes ahead.

     

    - Donal

     

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    Rain falls into streams,

    Tracing the lowest places

    Where memory lives.

     

    Kept awake by fire,

    We noticed an odd rhythm:

    Flame clinging to wood.

     

    The Earth is patient,

    In no rush for our return.

    But not slow either.

     

    Air reflects you best;

    Rushing forward so quickly,

    I am left behind.

     

    - moat

     

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    This is quite a shock

    Breathing seemed so simple once

    Then came these Haikus.

     

    - erica20

     

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    Where did Oxy go?

    Shimmied up a street sign pole.

    Then couldn't get down. 

     

    - Oxy Mora

     

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    Arrogant Yankees

    I ain't no damn hillbilly!

    Them be fighting words!

     

    - Verified Atheist

     

     

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    When Ken lied to her,

    Barbie left the skate party.

    High heels dot the ice.

     

    - moat

     

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    I once chased my thoughts;

    They ran away so quickly.

    Now they wait for me.

     
     
    - moat
     
     
     
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    Two days of climbing

    Slept in a hut with Japanese

    We scaled Mount Fuji. 

     

    - Oxy Mora

     

     

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    Smile, you ga-i-jin;

    What are they doing up here?

    Nice flight jackets, though. 

     

    - Oxy Mora

     

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    I am a tea guy

    But I am a coffee guy

    Both will do the trick!

     

    - Richard Day

     

     

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    I am on the dock

    Staged to board the Klahowya

    I must live on board

     

    (the word is pronounced Kla - how - Ya)

     

    - tmccarthy0

     

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    I  saw a surfer

    To float the waves of the Sound

    Is he stoned or dumb?

     

    - tmccarthy0

     

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    All politics stink.

    Just when I think I get it

    Someone lets go facts. 

     

     

    - Oxy Mora

     

     

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    Teach them all at home.

    Art and religion are foes!

    Michelangelo?

     

    - Oxy  Mora

     

     

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    She sent him away,

    Or he left without a word.

    Time does not decide.

     

    - moat

     

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    She would not listen,

    And left, but year after year,

    He still talks to her.

     

     

    - donal

     

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    He never listens.

    Did you put the right socks on?

    And now you know why. 

     

    - Oxy Mora

     

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    It's even harder

    To know the right from the left

    When she buys tube socks.

     

    - Oxy Mora

     

     

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    There is no diff'rence

    Between the right and left sides

    And… that's what she said!

     

    - Verified Atheist

     

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    He never got jokes.

    She showed him two short pink socks.

    He didn't laugh much. 

     

    - Oxy Mora

     

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    Wonderful haikus all.  Thank you all for sharing them with me.

     

    I couldn't chose my own top ten from last year, so I just picked a few that I liked ...

     

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    His hopes had been dashed,
    his dreams all surrendered ... The
    tide pulls at his feet.
     
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    He rubs his fingers
    over a long healed scar and
    reflects on close calls.
     
     
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     Whistle happily
    in the midst of turmoil and
    confuse everyone.
     
     
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    The fabric of Life;
    From order to chaos, we
    slowly unravel.
     
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    In the swirls of clouds,
    where we imagine heaven,
    floats both love and hope.
     
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    Warmed over coffee
    fills my mug like an old friend
    that slept on the couch.
     
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    Walking through the woods,
    I find a weathered birdhouse,
    nailed onto a tree.
     
     

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    Since the day we met,
    the creases from your smile,
    are still in my eyes.
     
     
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    Wearing her sweatshirt,
    nursing a cup of coffee,
    reading the Funnies.
     
     
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    Deep in the forest,
    Patches of stippled sunlight,
    Warm a leaf-strewn trail.
     
     
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    A garden pathway,
    Lined with purple violets,
    Absorbs all sadness.
     
     
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    At the sky's edges,
    mountaintops still pierce the clouds,
    to peek at heaven.
     
     
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    HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
     
     

     

    Comments

    OH YOU GOT ME CRYIN....AGAIN!

    Wonderful

    For heaven's sake; quoting me is oblivion. hahahah

    I aint no poet but here goes:

     

    When in the course of

    Human events so to speak

    I cringe...I wonder

     

    Wondrous America

    The New Year gives me some hope

    Selfish, shall survive!

     

    I wish a New Year

    To all who might just appear

    To hope for a new...

    Unforeseen events

    Unforeseen currents surround

    Our real existence

     

    My meter's askance

    My beat is not that profound

    But I am wanting

     

    I am so wanting

    To be heard above the din

    Of folks who cant count

     

    hahahahaha

     

     

     

     


    by Richard Day on Fri, 12/28/2012 - 9:41pm


    The folks who can't count,
    are always told they don't count;
    votes prove otherwise.

     

     

     

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    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 12/29/2012 - 12:33am

    hahahahahahhaahahahhahaha

    That's all I got.

    hahahahahahaah


    by Richard Day on Sat, 12/29/2012 - 12:37am

     

     

    I had to come back.

    This was a wonderful exposition.

    Oxy and Moat were incredible.

    Of course Mr. Smith is wonderful!

    I just feel bad we do not get better airing here.

    I ended with Dylan because there is poetry all around us.

    Does literary art prevail?

    Of course not.

    But there are pix here.

    Why you choose to hilight me is beyond me and all expectations.

    Do not stop.

    Some old friends show up here. I miss Cafe but is it thus because I am no longer the focus?

    Just some feelings mixed up in thoughts.

    What is poetry after all? Just feelings mixed up in thoughts?

    And though the masters

    Make the rules

    For the wise men

    and the fools

    I got nothing Ma to live up to!

    Hahahah

    I get stuck in politics and political heresy and political 'thought' and political advertisements.

    Maybe this little blog within a blog provides us with another manner in which to view the universe.

    Do not ever stop Mr. Smith.

    Do not ever stop wishing for some exchange of real ideas.

    What is real?

    I dunno.

    I have not read the entire file!

     

    The end


    by Richard Day on Sun, 12/30/2012 - 5:03pm

    Okay, so my little Xmas story goes like this:  My sister came to pick me up VERY early on Saturday morning, December 22nd.   She had driven to Manhattan from Haddon Hts, New Jersey, (about a two hour drive), then she and I went to the diner on the corner, ate breakfast, and then set out for my niece's house near Harrisburg, PA.   It's a very long drive for me (and my Spondylitis), and an even longer drive for my older sister, but once we were through the Lincoln Tunnel, we set the radio to the all-Christmas Carol station and spent the next couple of hours singing along as loudly and as off-key as we wanted.  It was just us and we didn't care ... By the time we were getting near our destination, it was still only about 10:30 AM, but our breakfasts had worn off and we had a hankering for some milk shakes.   My sister, being a frequent visitor, knew the area well, and said that she knew a Red Robin restaurant where we could satisfy our milk shake cravings.  We pulled up, she went in ... and came back empty-handed.  Red Robin wasn't open yet.  We looked around and there were only two choices; McDonalds' and Chick-fil-a.   My sister, being a milk shake expert, couldn't abide Mickey D's shakes, so that left Chick-Fil-a.  Except ... being Liberals, we both had political objections and had vowed never to give them our business.  What to do ... After a few seconds of agonizing, my sister decided that we'd simply tell the person at Chick-fil-a how much we opposed the political views of their owner, and then we'd order the milk shakes.  So we did and got some for my niece and grand-nieces ... The person on the drive-thru smiled as if he'd had that happen before, gave us our milk shakes and we drove on our way.   The milk shakes were incredible, smooth, creamy and delicious.  It was then that we realized we were milk shake whores, willing to give up our political convictions for a thick milk shake.  They say every one has their price ... We discovered ours on the Saturday before Xmas near Mechanicsburg, PA.     The End. 


    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 12/30/2012 - 8:02pm

    Desperate people,

    Dining just off the highway,

    Do desperate things.

     

     


    by moat on Sun, 12/30/2012 - 9:04pm

     

    Indeed they do, moat.   :-)

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 12/30/2012 - 9:50pm

    hahahahahhhahahahahahahah

    THE HIGHWAYMAN

     

     


    by Richard Day on Sun, 12/30/2012 - 10:19pm