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    A Feckless, Freckled Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     


     

     


    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     

     

     

    To illuminate 
    is better than to merely shine.
    Teach thinking, not thoughts.

     

    ( If St. Thomas Aquinas wrote a haiku ... )

     

     

     

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    With memories, you
    close your eyes, they last longer ...
    or so I've been told.

     

     

    (My sister and a very young me on Cape Cod in the 1950's ...)

     

     

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    Ah, consistency ...
    It's not just over-rated,
    it's the same old sh*t.

     

     

     

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    tanka haiku:


    I tread warily
    I wear readily, I swear
    without reticence
       or a hope for tomorrow
       but that's neither here nor there.

     

     

     

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    Cats may be pointy,
    but a Priest is anointy,
    both are a blessing.

     

     


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    tanka haiku:
     

    If, without a feck
    you are feckless, without hope,
    you are hopeless ... then

    Why when you create a wreck
    are you considered reckless?

     

     

     

     


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    tanka haiku  +1 :

     

    We invented fierce.
    We will accept your challenge!
    Sharpen the weapons!!

        Ummm ... it is kind of hot out.
        and the dark clouds ... it might rain.

     

    I hate when leather
    gets real wet, you know?  Can we
    talk things out ... Fiercely?

     

     

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    Our hearts are tender
    Our determination, tough ...
    All tears shed are wet.

     

     

     


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    Better listen close.
    Feel the beat. Get a groove on
    Get it in your soul

     

     

     

     


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    Napping on sofas,
    barking at the mailman,
    the life of my dog.


    (Today is Dog Day.  Photos from 1967 of my then 12 year old beagle, Christopher.   We got him as a puppy in 1955 and he lived until 1970.   He was more than a good dog.)

     

     

     

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    Another day of
    endless infomercials where
    football ought to be.

     

     

     

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    brochures invite me
    linger longer by the sea
    Cape Cod Cottages

     

     

     

     

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    tanka haiku:

     

    Who have you steadied?
    Whose heart have you opened? Whose
    dreams have you unleashed?

    Ask yourself these, for they are
    the questions that matter most.

     

     

     

     

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    Yesterday's roses,
    in fullness of bloom ... recall
    our halcyon days.

     

     

     

     

     

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    The one thing we do
    that's as powerful as Love
    is ... that we Forgive.

     

     

     

     

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    Saturday Street Fair
    as the Summer season ends
    Broadway barbecue!

     

     

     

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    When humidity
    rises, discomfort does too.
    Go to the movies.

     

     

     

     

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    Behind my razor
    in my medicine cab'net,
    lies an old toothbrush.

     

     

     

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    Drunk and bewildered ...
    Well, here I am, 2 PM.
    Heck, what day is it?

     

     

     

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    Weekends never end,
    The beer's free and sex sublime ...
    but just in my dreams.

     

     

     

     


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    tanka haiku:

     

     

    With fingers tappin'
    on the 88's,  'bones wail,
    lips blowin' on 'sticks'

    filling rainy nights with tears,
    There, there, lemme buya beer

     

     

     


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    As her 'crush' approached,
    she giggled like a schoolgirl,
    her face turning red.

     

     

     

     

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    He lay beside her,
    getting stains on his jeans from
    the freshly cut grass.

     

     

     

     

     

     

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    Kicking off flip-flops,
    She ran down the beach and stepped
    on a jellyfish.

     

     

     

     


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    double haiku: 

     

     

    Laurel and Hardy
    were pushed into anarchy
    by circumstances.

    Stan and Oliver
    were at odds with a complex
    and mechanized world.

     

     

     

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    To whine is but to
    rant with specificity.
    Don't complain, speak up!

     

     

     


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    triple haiku:

     


    O'er the crest of the
    hill, beyond the turn in the
    road ... where hope resides.

    turn the corner, lift
    up the veil, enter darkened
    rooms, destiny waits.

    Do not be fearful.
    Trust that no harm will come, for
    you have much to do.

     

     

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    Water seeping in
    the bottoms of my shoes
    wading through puddles.

     

     

     


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    Uncle Jack sat, as
    Drunk as a hoot owl, and tried
    to count his fingers.

     

     

     

     

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    Working in the field
    all day long wearing a hat
    my hair gets matted.

     

     

     

     


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    The piazza is
    full of aging young couples
    flirting with hope.

     

     

     


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    In my camp tent, I
    write letters by thunderstorm ...
    eat peanut butter.


     

     

     

     

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    Useless, useless rain.
    Already watered the lawn.
    Now it's redundant.

     

     

     

     

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    Man with a remote.
    Children playing with their toys.
    Woman with a cat.

     

     

    (Fernand Léger - 1921 - Woman with a cat.)

     

     

     

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    Amidst the cattails,
    and languorous in repose,
    a fairy lingers ..
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    ( by Alphonse Mucha approx. 1920)

     

     


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    before-and-after-ku:

     

    A triangle of
    tranquility sails the sea
    'neath darkening skies.

     

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    Shafts of golden light,
    signaled we'd weathered the storm,
    so, we headed home.

     

    (Photographs courtesy Kristina Rebelo)

     

     


     


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    To be committed
    is to fly through each sunset
    in search of the dawn.

     


    (Photograph courtesy Kristina Rebelo)

     

     

     

     

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    Written in margins
    of forgotten manuscripts,
    lies many a truth.

     

     

     


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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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    There’s a twilight time
    between dusk and eve’ning that
    nurtures reflection.

     
     

     

     

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    The word, nonpareil
    was coined for guys like him - Toots
    was without equal.

     

    (Even in his 90's, Toots Thielemans could play the harmonica better than anyone else.  Toots passed away this week at age 94. RIP) 

     

    An Encore:

     

     

     

     

     

     


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    Comments

    Oh and there he is!

    You  lead a horse to water

    But you can't make him...

    You can't make him think. hahahahahha

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    A CRITIQUE OF THE BIG SHORT

    And it's so damn hard

    It's a hard rain gonna fall

    And we get nothin'

    We get nothin' t'all

    They're comin for us 

    And the end is nigh

    The big short I view

    It is on Netflix for free

    Well I paid a fee

    Bale is the hero

    He told his bosses: watch it!

    Bullshit optimests

    Psychos are in it

    Where is the money nut fucks?

    Sociopaths fail

    hahahhahahaah

    Let us short this pile

    This pile of dangerous shit

    And keep on truckin

    While we are fuckin

    hahahhahah

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    I wrote this on Wednesday?

    hahahahah


    I remember reading that Dorothy Parker line when I was a teenager and thinking it was one of the funniest, cleverest lines ever.   Asked to use the word, Horticulture in a sentence, Parker, as the story goes, adlibbed, "You can lead a whore to culture, but you can't make her think. "   The Algonquin Roundtable must have been a riot.   I remember when I first came to live in NYC, and going there, sitting in the lobby, watching the house cat wander around, and trying to imagine it as it once was. during its glory days.


    hahahahhaahahahah

    God I love Dorothy Parker. 

    I never read or heard this line before.

    DAMN!

    Thank you Mr. Smith.

    You made my month!

    What a line!

    I am looking for this song from Mr. Robot......

    I shall return.


    I found the song!

    It took me ten hours. hahahaha

    The song is interrupted and almost not able to be heard.

    But it comes from Mr. Robot.

    Here is the regular version from the initial songsters.

     

    Portia Doubleday in the Mr. Robot series does this song really well.

    I never liked the original.

    But damn, Portia does this solo almost a  cappella.

    It is like a voice crying in the widerness; a soul crying out for help?

    Anyway, because of copyright problems, you will have to see the segment in the episode.

     

     


    Oooooo, Thanks DD!!  I'll go listen... Be back later. 


    Pentameter gait
    staggers down a drunken path
    to a piano.

    Tom waits smoking on the bench.
    The moon plays another tune.


    Moonlight's serenade

    staggers down a drunken path

    to rockabilly.


    Excellent, Missy!! 

    Moonlight Sonata
    played like a cantata, will
    give you stigmata.

     

     

     


    HA!  Wonderful, moat!!

     

    A smokin' Tom waits
    for the pentameter gates
    I am (something) verse.

    "I am bic", he yelled,
    but t'was easy to tell, he
    was a fountain pen.

     

     

     

     

     


    Oh my God Moat.

    I found some pirated version of Sea of Love


    Ah-choo!  Ah-choo!  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....

    CHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!  Snurfle snurfle cough snork

    Damn these allergies.


    I hear ya, Janicket!

     

    Damn this Summer cold!
    my nose is stuffed up AND I'm
    sweating like a pig!

     

     

     


    Feeling so drowsy....

    Eyelids stone-weighted, drooping,

    Work demands, no sleep!

     

    Drooping head, drifting

    Attention; reluctantly

    Struggling to focus.

     

    Need MOAR coffee.


    I shall re-meme-ber
    this exception to the norm,
    but still not approve.

    wink

    for those wondering about MOAR:  http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/moar


    Apologies for the departure from strict 5-7-5 but I didn't make the meme:

     

    Monsters beset us

    Lovecraftian horrors lurk:

     photo cthulhufearme_zpse7kpxhj4.jpg

     


    I don't care WHAT it
    is you call yourself, Squidward,
    Spongebob fears you not.

     


     


    "If it fits, I sit"

    Cat in a box; blubber bulge

    Hanging over sides.


    HA!!  Excellent, Janicket!!

     

    Choosing furnishings,
    is easy, my rule of thumb;
    "If it fits, I sit."


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