Here's To Us!

    Hi there, come on in.  No, it’s okay, there aren’t too many of us yet so you’re good.  Thanks!  That looks fabulous!  I’ll take it to the kitchen while you find a place to settle in … yeah, I know, my thoughts exactly.  But there’s plenty of time for that.  Oh!  You snuck in on me!  I’m so glad you’re here, I was really hoping you’d stop by tonight but I wasn’t sure.  You brought who?  Wonderful!  It’s been so long … give me a hug.  Okay!  You all know where to plant yourselves so head on in while I get everything together.  It’s food, drink and conversation tonight, folks … but if anyone touches the TV it’s gonna get ugly, just as a warning.

    Don't Ya Think?

    Hi there, come on in.  A bit blustery tonight, isn’t it?  Well, at least it’s not pouring down rain … what?  Yeah, it’s weird when that happens.  Anyway, come inside and get comfortable while there’s still plenty of room on the couch.  Hey!  Look at you trying to sneak in with that yummy looking stuff … I promise it’ll make it to the kitchen in one piece … really!  Very funny, just give it to me and grab a seat.  Somebody save me a spot on the floor and put some music on!

    Where Are Your Albums?

    Hi there, come on in.  It is, isn’t it?  It feels like such a long time since we’ve been able to share a lovely night like this … hmm?  Oh, that would be wonderful, but I doubt we’ll get that lucky.  It’s still just January!  Who?  No, I haven’t now that you mention it.  Did you hear something?  Is everything okay?  Yeah, you’re right, it’s just me being paranoid because of, well, you know.  He’ll show up eventually, so in the meantime let’s get inside and grab somewhere to plop and something to eat – not necessarily in that order!

    Waiting for Tuesday (or Godot) on Wednesday

    January 2, 2017: Burlington, VT

    Unknown journalists recently reported (by courier pigeon) dangling electric lines in the hinterlands where some people had strung up Christmas lights around their dilapidated houses. Christmas was actually over, but why worry about facts?

    Hi there, come on in.

    Hi there, come on in.  Here, I’ll take that.  No, don’t worry about getting anything wet … it’s not like it hasn’t rained, snowed, sleeted or cussed us out before, right?  Believe me, this carpet has seen more of this mess than I want to think about!  Just come in and get warm, that’s what’s important right now.  I know, I know … but that’s why we’re together.

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    Goodbye Mr. Smith

    A void that cannot be filled

    Haikus just aren't here

    I thought about this

    And I am so very lost

    Counting my fingers


    Sometimes it takes me awhile to digest a loss. I deny. Creative Corner was one man's corner in my mind.

    Two AM and all seems lost to me. Maybe I am reminded of my own mortality...

    That is all I got right now.

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    A Decently December Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    And so it begins;
    the cold month that ends each year.
    Be mild, December.

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    Another Thankful Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    Through an iron fence,
    I watch autumn leaves fall on
    empty park benches.

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    A New Beginning on a Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    On the eleventh
    Month, day and hour - at long last,
    the guns fell silent.

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    A Nearly Saturday Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    If you need a laugh,
    ask a child what adults say
    when they're whispering.

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    A Ghastly, Ghostly, Very Scary Friday Afternoon at The Haikulodeon




    Here's this week's headless heap of horrifying haikus:




    Frankenstein's Monster
    pursued by an angry mob
    "Alive, Alive, NO!"





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    An Autumnal Frost on a Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon






    Here's this week's heap of haikus:






    An Autumnal frost,
    withered pumpkins on the vine,
    squirrels breathing steam.







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    Singin' the Blues on a Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    Slouched in a corner,
    of a dingy juke joint, a
    young man learns the blues.

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    A Wind-Swept Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon


    Here's this week's heap of haikus:


    He buried his fear
    in the pleats of mother's skirt.
    ( ... wiped his nose there too.)






     Fear is a fabric
    that folds under stress, and when
    in hot water, shrinks.




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    Finally, a Finely Fried Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    In that 'long ago',
    all of us are ever young ...
    never more alive.

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    A Deplorable/Adorable Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    Thoughts, planted wisely,
    blossom in reluctant minds,
    when the time is right.

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    Autumn in Hiding on a Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon


    Here's this week's heap of haikus:





    A golden surfer
    rides a quiet wave to shore
    the world is at peace.

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    This link got to me.

    This mother lost two of three triplets, evidently and it recounts her taking her four year old to preschool for the first time and then LEAVING HER THERE. hahahhah

    My granddaughter is going to her first day of preschool on Monday, next.

    The parents had to work out the delivery system as well as the recovery system. 

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    Yet Another Laborious Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon




    Here's this week's heap of haikus: 



    Autumn taught 'em, when
    the first leaf falls from a tree
    Summer soon will wane.

     ( I saw that first leaf today, lying quietly on the sidewalk.)






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    A Feckless, Freckled Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

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

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    A Sunny and Summer-y Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    A rusty Ford coupe
    parked in the driveway of a
    two room bungalow.

    Other Lurkers

    Now that acanuck has been outed as Justin Bieber (see "Would You Vote for Ted Cruz..."), I wonder what other celebrities are lurking behind Dagblog monikers.  Suspected all along that "Ramona" was actually Kim Kardashian,  but who really is behind the "Michael Wolraich" tag?


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