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    Yet another Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 04/26/2013 - 2:22pm |
     
     
    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     
     
     
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    The scent of jasmine
    scatters as the door is slammed
    and she walks away.
     
     
     
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    haiku re-dux:
     
    All the king’s horses,
    And all the king’s men, liked their
    egg over easy.
     
     
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    a haiku quintet:


    Life on the frontier
    was not easy for Patience,
    a young pioneer.

    Crouching underneath,
    Conestoga wagons, she
    did her needlework.

    Riding on buckboards
    for long afternoons she would
    do her homework.

    She reached Montana
    at the age of eight, and could
    read and write ... and sew.

    Prairie adventures
    would settle into quiet
    domesticity.
     
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    In Life, know two things;
    The dog will keep barking, and
    the train’s movin’ on.
     
     
     
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    He recalled fondly
    how, one rainy afternoon,
    they ‘shared’ an awning.
     
     
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    Sneaking through the dell,
    he followed a dried creek bed
    and made his escape.
     
     
     
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    Bulls in china shops,
    should not be given the keys,
    to the museum.
     
     
     
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    Are you a misfit
    and conspire to rebel?
    Get in line, my friend.
     
     
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    tanka haiku: I once came across,
    some writings in an old book,
    scribbled in margins.

       They were not profound statements,
       Just old, enshrined graffitti.
     
     
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    Sometimes I’m awake,
    When I should be fast asleep,
    dreaming I’m awake.
     
     
     
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    After the rainstorm,
    the park looked so lush and green
    he felt young again. 
     
     
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    Summer Stock-ku:
     
    When acting in barns
    laughter in the rafters comes
    with the whole gestalt.
     
     
     
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     Pretty little birds
    clinging to branches, swaying
    in the morning breeze.
     
     
     
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    I do much wonder ...
    I also do much yearn and
    dream of tomorrow.
     
     
    (Happy Bday, W. Shakespeare)
     
     
     
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     Dear, Brigitte Bardot ...
    You inspired rhapsodies,
    where has our youth gone?
     
     
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     Driving blue highways,
    seeking out less traveled realms,
    small town life endures.
     
     
     
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     He strolled along the
    back roads, with his mandolin,
    singin' for supper.
     
     
     
     
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    The intensity
    of this quiet afternoon,
    has emboldened me.
     
     
     
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    Take a Spondy to lunch ...  :-)
    (You probably do know one.)
     
     
    Thursday June 13th at 8:00 PM at the world famous Comic Strip Live in Manhattan, I will be co-producing a Night of Comedy to Benefit the Spondylitis Association of America. Tickets are $100. and include food, drinks and entertainment.  Check out photos from last year's event: The Best Medicine
     
     
     
     
     

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    THE DUCKS

    I was a witness

    To magic this wondrous day

    I watched the snow melt

    From out my window today

    Was miraculous!

    I saw the snow melt

    Into the frozen tundra

    The snow disappears!

    I swear that I saw

    The damn snow evaporate

    Right into thin air

    Spring sprung right today

    A month behind supposedly

    Gods make the seasons

    Real seasons appear

    When they decide to appear

    But the ducks were mad!

    A month ago, spring

    Appeared on the calendar

    Screw the damn experts

    But our ducks were mad

    They arrived in March surprised

    And left soon after

    But I know the ducks

    Will return to our pond soon

    Today the Spring sprung!

    the end

    (the following represents what I feel right now even though it pertains to rain and not snow. Anyway, the ducks are going to be as happy as I am right now!)

     


    by Richard Day on Fri, 04/26/2013 - 5:37pm

    Noel Coward's a quack?
    Mad ducks and Englishmen swim
    in the mid-day sun.
     

    Nice Poem, DD.  Glad to hear Spring has finally arrived in your neck of the woods.

    (I started to right neck of the weeds, which is probably funnier, but never mind that.)


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 04/26/2013 - 9:32pm

    Workers of the World,

    diverge into your own life.

    Is that what Marx said?


    by moat on Wed, 05/01/2013 - 9:35pm

     

    I believe Marx said,
    "Of course, in Alabama,
    the Tuscaloosa."

     

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    tanka haiku: 

    May Day came and went.
    The world's workers united ...
    Things were still hopeless.

    For corp'rate greed had sucked all
    life out of them and the world.
     


    by MrSmith1 on Wed, 05/01/2013 - 10:24pm

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