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    Thursday Night Under the Stars at the Haikulodeon

     

     

    This week's heap of haikus is dedicated to Love ... and to my lovely grand-niece, Jessica and her intended, Kyle, who are having their engagement party this Saturday. 
    Since I am making the trip to Pennsylvania to be with them, I will be traveling most of the afternoon tomorrow, which is why this week's heap of haikus is being posted a little earlier than usual.





    double haiku:

    My dear Jessica,
    I'm so happy that you have
    found your one true love.

    Kyle, I wish you both
    happiness and a life filled 
    with sweet adventures.

     

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    There is a sweetness
    that lives inside lover's eyes
    and melts hearts away.


     


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    I am all aswirl,
    Y'see, I've met a girl and
    I'm dizzy from love.

     


    ---


    Who would have guessed that
    my one true love would be found
    in my own backyard?


     


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    A dagger as sharp
    as a lover's rebuke has
    not been invented.


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    Sitting quietly,
    a Beatles tune in my head,
    I yearn for lost loves.

     



    ---

    How her heart would ache
    in the middle of the night ...
    yet, be healed by dawn.


    ---


    Two hearts beat as one ...
    which begs the question; How high
    is their blood pressure?


    ---


    When my love's away,
    I sit and stir my soup and
    listen to sad songs.


    ---


    Remembering love
    is a journey through the soul
    that restores the heart.


    ---


    On a shady lane,
    there lives a lonely girl that
    dreams of love fulfilled.


    ---


    A moonlit whisper,
    two lovers in silhouette;
    urgent affection.




    ---



    Tell me your secrets
    and my heart will be yours.  True
    love will last forever.


    ---


    When she walked away,
    he brought his hands to his face
    to hold in his dreams.


    ---



    My heart imagines
    your passionate love for me,
    How long must I dream?

     

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    Oh my dear sweet love,
    when you're near me, my heart leaps
    and I'm filled with joy!



    ---


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


    ---


     
    A downtown cafe ...
    lovers cuddle in a booth,
    and share their dessert.


    ---


    Will you dance with me?
    Come, Let’s shake the rafters with
    our mutual joy.



    ---



    I love you so much,
    but can’t claim to ever know,
    all you mean to me.
     


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    tanka haiku: 

    When I am dreaming,
    I somersault on the beach,
    and dash through the surf.

       We laugh, then stroll hand in hand,
        two soul-mates who have found peace.


    ---


    Then she placed her hand,
    gently on his shoulder, as
    he broke down and sobbed.



    ---


    He recalls fondly
    how one rainy afternoon
    they ‘shared’ an awning.

     
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    Who and what you are,
    your strengths and your weaknesses
    merge when you’re in Love.



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    Broken hearts are warmed,
    by the caring of true friends.
    Warmth triggers mending.
     

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    I can not tell you
    how deep’s the ache in my soul …
    but, thank God, you know.




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    Can we ever let
    Love truly know our hearts? Must
    shadows’ hints suffice?
     


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    I yearn for Spring, when
    lilacs in the front yard bloom,
    eager hearts go wild.


    ---


    Mindful of her past,
    he goes out of his way to
    see she is not hurt.



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    When I’m all alone,
    in my mind and in my heart,
    you reverberate.
     



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    double haiku:


    She steps off the bus,
    And his heart begins to pound,
    he’s missed her so much.

    The drab bus station’s,
    soon illuminated by,
    the glow of their love.


    ---


    She entered, wearing
    a sweatshirt and dungarees.
    She left him breathless.


    ---


    Our paths never crossed,
    Alas, they only entwined ...
    Sad, we side-stepped love.
     

    ---
     
     
    She whispered to him,
    ‘I’ll fulfill all your dreams …’, But
    he’d dreamt of Pirates.
     

    ---


    An angel’s blessing,
    cleanses souls and awakens
    hearts to receive love.
     
     
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    He’s very Lucky;
    he married her before she
    found out that he snored.

     
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    Oh, what would I do
    if you were not beside me?
    Who would hold my hand?


    ---



    The darkest corner
    of my being, still can not
    forget your sweet love.
     

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    He ordered flowers
    to be sent to his girlfriend
    for he knew she knew.
     

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    He had come to grips
    with his own mortality,
    then, he found true love.


    ---



    She remembers how
    he used to make her laugh, but
    she can’t recall why.
     


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    They said, ‘He’s a fool’
    But that intrigued her, because …
    she felt foolish too.


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    I think he enjoyed
    being silly the most when
    she was serious.



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    On the bus ride home,
    he reached into his pocket,
    and found her love note.
     

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    Wiping away tears,
    he had to take a deep breath.
    Overwhelming love.



    ---



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


    ---


    He whispers her name,
    as he lies in bed at night,
    so his dreams find her.
     

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    Each day, he walked through
    his garden picking flowers
    to place at her feet.



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    In the swirls of clouds,
    where we imagine heaven,
    floats both love and hope.
     


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    Faded love letters,
    dried flowers pressed in a book ...
    Evidence l'amour.
     

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    Though sealed with a kiss,
    her love letter was opened
    with some bitter tears.


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    tanka haiku:

    Yes, you know my heart,
    For we are kindred spirits,
    Walking the same path.

      But stay wary, my friend, for
      Paths, like lover’s hearts, may turn.


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    At the High School dance,
    he held his date so close, it
    crushed his boutonniere.

     
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    A poet said; ‘I
    carry your heart in my heart.’
    and I do, my love.
     

     


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    My eyes glaze over;
    I’m lost in a better past,
    having fun with you.
     
     


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    Moon behind the clouds,
    dew forms on the meadow grass,
    I'll see you again.


     


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    Since the day we met,
    the creases from your smile,
    are still in my eyes.
     
     


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    T’was love at first sight,
    First, he tickled her fancy,
    And then, so much more.
     

     


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    A measured response
    may linger in the mind, but
    never in the heart.
     

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    tanka haiku:

     

    sitting on her desk,
    is a modest vase with a
    beautiful red rose.
     
        No one saw who put it there,
        but one heart yearned to tell her.
     
     
    ---


     
    Whispers in the night,
    giggling under the sheets,
    love’s playful embrace.
     



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    Do you remember
    our first date? Your dad drove us
    to the junior prom.
     

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    Sipping his coffee,
    he glances at the paper,
    but still thinks of her.
     

     


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    She used her giggle
    to attract young men, and her
    savvy to keep them.
     

     

     

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    Friday nights, a line
    forms at the lover's leap ... for
    the one o'clock jump.

     




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    Torn between lovers,
    he was not sure what to do,
    then, he beheld her...


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    By a waterfall,
    The lovers had a picnic.
    Ev'rything got wet.



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    true-ku:



    She had a tattoo,
    of a rose on her forearm
    and the phrase, 'Love Stinks'


     


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     Sometimes in my dreams,
    I meet you in Times Square and
    we are "us" again.
     

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     times-gone-by-kus:

    Crank the Victrola,
    clear away the rugs and give
    the maid the night off!

    My best gal and I
    danced and smooched as the band played
    'The Sugarfoot Strut.'


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    tanka haiku:

    Perusing the hall,
    he picked out a girl and tried
    to make eye contact.
     
      She acted very shy, and
      so ... slowly ... drew him to her.
     

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    A couple cuddles
    outside of the Guggenheim,
    then he hails a cab.


    ---


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


     
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     Though she wished to be
    the love of his life, her heart
    could yearn no longer.
     

     

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     She has a great smile,
    which can send him to the moon.
    So, he makes her laugh.
     


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     double haiku:

    Her heart wept when she
    found some old love letters and
    forgot who wrote them.

    The letters revealed
    the seeds of her broken heart
    and now, the harvest.
     
     
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     I don't know her name,
    I'll never see her again ...
    Her fragrance lingers.
     

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     His girlfriend's bedroom,
    seemed like such a prissy place;
    dainty and perfumed.


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    I am lost today.
    Without you to guide me, I
    can't make sense of things.
     

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     In a distant land,
    a heart you'll never meet, beats
    to the same rhythm.
     
     
    Romantic yearnings
    can send us on long quests to
    find our true love's heart.
     

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    In my dreams last night,
    I ran through fields of clover …
    and there, I found you.
     
     
     

    He was mesmerized,
    not by her beauty, but by
    how sweetly she laughed.
     
     
    ---
     
     
    On the bus ride home,
    she reached into her pocket,
    and found his love note.


    ---

     

    She smiled at him and
    for one brief moment they both
    felt the world was safe.
     


     


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    Comments

    What in the hell are you doing here? hahahahah

    This is Thursday, at least here. where is here  or what time is it anyway?

    People went nuts at Mr. Wattree's blog.

    You were not there.

    Neither was I really until about an hour ago.

    A couple cuddles

    I don't know her name.

    The sugarfoot strut?

    I sent Missy here awhile ago.

    This is a safe place.

    No one attacks.

    Now Missy just blogs but always comes back here.

    Oh, I have to add this: Missy at one time said:

    Just call me Missy.

    I broke into tears. What an idiot I am.

    Missy trusts you and so do I.

    You know, no one attacks.

    We need a place where we shall not be attacked.

    It is Thursday for chrissakes.

    That is all I got right now.

    Except, do not go away, we need this little corner as it were.


    Oh there is one song that sticks in my mind.

    You always write about lost love.

    I had a lost love.

    Anyway here is my song:

     


    I remember when Nashville Skyline came out.   I don't think I knew much about Bob Dylan at the time, I knew of him of course, but I did not know much about his music really.  Oh sure, I knew about Blowing in the Wind and some of his other early work, but Nashville Skyline with Lay Lady Lay on it came out and I was sitting in my room playing the record over and over.  it's still one of my favorite albums and from there I went back and discovered the earlier Bob Dylan oeuvre.


    I was at my buddy's house in order to hear this.

    But he had  already introduced me to Highway 61. Hahhahahahah

    I remember those moments.

    With  vinal and such

    hahhaha

    I am done. hahahha


    Lulu?

    Fogelberg for chrissakes?

    hahahahah

    I get a kick out of this actually.

    hahahhahaah

    Thank you.


    I missed the food fight on Waltree's blog. I stay out of the comments when the food starts flying. I like reading him.  

    Yes this is always a safe place to be.  I saw it was early but didn't have time to read it then.  

     


    It is safe Momoe.

    That is for sure.

    Aint it great!


    Yes it is.  Mr. Smith post some great historic pictures of New York City on Facebook.  I always look for him on there even when I don't have much time. 


    Sometimes, we all need Stars.


    This is just delightfull.

    I was twenty-four when this happened and I have no memory.

    Sad cafes and music halls....

    thank you!

     


    I love you, Dick.


    vow freely given
    permits the patience required
    to let some things go.


    Excellent,moat!

    Vows freely given

    reaffirm a world of hope

    with promises kept.


    a vow is an end
    the forsaking others part
    where beauty begins


    Lovely. moat!!

     

    The beauty of vows
     forsaking all others; parts
    love and devotion.

     



     


     


    I hope you had a very nice weekend with your family.  I do enjoy seeing pictures of you when you were little on FB. 

     


    heartCongratulations. 


    One more for my grand-niece:

     When  two hearts in love

    decide to pledge their troth, all

    heaven's doors open.

     

     


    Love's a symphony ...

    a joyous orchestration

    of synchronized hearts.


    Sweet, missy!

    Rhapsodic Romance;
    our souls dance joyfully to
    our heart's cantatas.

     


    Wonderful, Mr. Smith!

    I hope the weekend celebration was perfect, and that those two young people had the time of their lives (so far!).


    i think they were pleased.  It was a long schlep for me, but I'm glad I went.   I did have one minor mishap at the end of the trip, but I'll save it for tomorrow's posting.  ;-)


    A minor mishap?

    A petty problem? Slight snag?

    Cliffhanger! Stay tuned!


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