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    Another Autumn Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     


     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:


    Her name is Sandy.
    She's a goddess of the beach
    made with kelp and shells.

     

    (Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

     

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    The wind fills our sails,
    we glide 'gainst a golden sky
    Sea salt in our hair.


    (Photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo.)
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    My sister sweetly
    helps our mom tend some flowers,
    nineteen forty-nine.

     

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    When it comes to a
    thermos nuclear war, it's
    bring your own lunch box.

     


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    The most courageous
    words ever spoken, must be,
    'So ... let us go on.'


     

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    Good to remember -
    Most great civilizations
    have risen from swamps.

     

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    My Siamese cat
    sits at the window, and stares
    at distant mountains.
     

     

     

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    Catastrophic muck,
    Mercury's in retrograde ...
    Cosmic forces  ... arrggghhh!

     

     

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    tanka haiku:

    Where there is no path,
    I will make one. Where no-one
    knows, I will explain.

       One step begins the journey.
       Some journeys take a lifetime.

     

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    tanka haiku:

     

    There is a sad fear
    that's buried deep in our hearts;
    that no love will last.

       So we pretend Time's not cruel
       and pray memories won't fade.

     

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    Rain evaporates,
    the Autumn leaves decompose,
    Snow melts. Life goes on.


     

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    double haiku:

     

    An Irish Setter,
    gallops through Riverside Park,
    greeting each toddler.

    His owner just smiles,
    reassuring the nannys,
    the dog is friendly.

     


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     double haiku:
     
    The screen door slams shut.
    An angry young man runs to
    his car and 'peels out.'

    A young girl watches
    from the window and prays that
    her sadness will mend.
     

     

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     A leaf-less tree frames
    a lonely farm-house in the
    middle of nowhere.

     

     

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    Down a country road,
    he let his horse lead him home
    while his mind wandered.

     

     
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    The look in her eyes
    was enough to melt his heart ...
    and most tupperware.


     

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    On a moonlit night,
    in a cottage near the dell,
    at last, he knew love!

     


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    Skies with quiet clouds,
    the boardwalk sparsely peopled,
    old folks lost in thought.

     

     

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    Maples, Elms and Oaks
    burst with yellow, red and orange,
    the forest ablaze!

     

     

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    In a fitful sleep,
    memories long forgotten,
    rise to consciousness.


     

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    Our traffic-clogged streets ...
    made worse by double parked trucks
    and dumb dog walkers.

     

     

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    In the dining room,
    a ludicrous spectacle,
    sirloin with white wine.

     

     

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    Even though he'd won,
    his thoughts remained fixated,
    on all he had lost.


     

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    at Josie's front door,
    boys stammer and hesitate,
     ... and beg for a kiss.

     

     

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    A tangerine sky.
    Clouds that haunt the horizon,
    lure me into dusk.

     

    (Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)


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    Simply looking back,
    Well, honestly, what's the point,
    If you can't re-write?

     

     

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    When she walked away,
    I brought my hands to my face,
    To hold in my dreams.

     


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    On her front porch swing,
    she would often be courted,
    by the boy next door.


     

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    Ah, the autumn leaves,
    that drift gently to the ground,
    blanketing the lawn.


     

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    Piles of raked leaves,
    sit in my yard. Should we jump?
    What kid can resist?


     

     

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    A wind-swept plateau,
    where the sky looms large, as in
    a John Ford western.


     

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    Kids were not allowed
    in grandfather's library ...
    but cats wandered in.


     

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    What's more exhausting
     than having unlimited
     opportunities?

     

     

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    A split rail fence was
    respected in the old West.
    But barbed wire helped.

     

     

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    Can it really be?
    It's National Coffee Day!!*
    Do that Java Jive!
     
    ( *September 29th )

     


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    tanka haiku:

     

    The simplicity
    of a small bird hopping on
    the sidewalk thrills me.

       It happily hops, then it
       springs into the air and flies!


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    As the earth prepares
    to take its winter snooze, the
    foliage blushes.

     


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    Preparing to leave
    on vacation will highlight
    why you need to go.


     

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    Autumn in New York,
    leaves crackle underfoot as
    I stroll through the park.

     

     

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    Comments

    Mac showed up just now

    She always has me laughing

    McCain is the subject

    I am having probs

    But I am old and decrepit

    That is an excuse

    We must have excuses

    Or else we must plead guilty

    And what is the use?

    It was hot, eighty

    In September, Indian

    Summer? The leaves have changed now

    Autumn is here now

    Red and orange see?

    Red and yellow and orange

    Death is more than nigh

    Anyway, see Mac

    And tell me what she

    Is talking about right now

    I am  so afraid

    hahahahah

     


    Pssst...Klondike Barbie doesn't know the address of the Whitehouse. 


    I did not catch the sense as it were.

    The link did not work.

    And then I discovered two or three links the next day confirming that Palin has problems with addresses. hahahahah

    Thanks for pointing this out.

    By the way, Klondike Barbie aint that bad a label. hahahah


    Nice as always.  I changed my google theme to a fall woods.  That is all the fall I get.  It is hot tonight about 80 inside.  The air conditioner is in pieces right now.  We will have it finished tomorrow.  The air conditioner man was not interested in servicing it yesterday.  All he wanted to do was sell me a new system for $3600.  Charged me $70 to tell me that my fan motor was on it's last legs.  Soooo...we are fixing ourselves.  Went to the parts store got a new fan motor, condenser and coil cleaner.  Just need a hand pump garden sprayer and some sheet medal screws. The compressor still works just pulls 20% amp more then it should but it won't be run much this winter.  I have it all figured out how I will pay for it next summer. Sat around and watched you tube all last night on air conditioning repair.  Then finally one of my boys said lets do this.  

     


    Thanks trkingmomoe!  

     

    A warm autumn day ...

    confused air conditioners

    don't know when to stop.

     

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    Changing Google themes

    is a sure sign that Christmas

    isn't far away.

     

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    Klondike Barbie knows

    the Gettysburg address is

    in the Yellow pages.

     

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    It is fixed.  Had it up and running by 9:30 am.  It was so hot none of us could sleep.  Went to Home Depot early before the sun came up.  They open at 6:30 am.  Figured it all out.  No one got electrocuted. Even drew a few neighbor's interest in what we were up to. We all got a nice afternoon nap.  

    Thanks for the poems. 


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