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    Wabby's Marine

    When I was five years old I had my own Marine. His name was George but I called him Zorro. I am, after all, a child of the television age and he seemed like a Zorro to me.

    He was my brother-in-law's brother (did I ever mention I was born 15 years after my eldest sister?) and he was a frequent visitor at my parent's house. He was there as often as my sister and b-i-l were and sometimes even when they weren't. George liked us. George liked me. No, he wasn't a child molester. It's one of the few bad things he wasn't.

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    A Fresh and Fabulous Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    'midst the brown marsh grass,
    an old wooden dock waits for
    its boat to return.

    low clouds fill the sky,
    all journeys begin with hope
    wood wharf seeks closure.

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    A Ghastly, Ghostly, Frightening Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

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

    (Ding-Dong!)  Trick or Treat!!
    "Who are YOU supposed to be?!"
    (Candy dropped in bags.)

    Life is but a dream,
    and in dying we awake
    un-departed souls

    Don't Try This At Home

    We had a house guest in town who had cooked a lot of good meals for us so it was time for me to represent and cook something good myself before she left. I saw there was a bag of these cute little orange peppers in the fridge from somebody's shopping trip so I chopped them up and threw them in with the garlic I was heating as base of the sauce for a chicken fricassee. It was a dish I had made many times from whatever was around.

    Techno-ignorance

    Could you get by without the internet? Google? Word processing? GPS?

    Most of us, when asked, would quickly and easily say sure, no problem, we'd adjust. But when was the last time you used (or saw) a telephone book or a map? Actually looked up reference material in a book? When did you last write something of length in longhand?

    If you immediately reach for your phone before your feet touch the ground in the morning, hesitate. There will never be a reason or a way to discard the importance of technology - but it may be just as important to be able to survive it.

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    A Lovelorn Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

     

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    How I Ruined A Saturday Afternoon

    I went to a garden party.
    Rick Nelson wasn’t there.


    There was no music of any kind.
    Just mounds of Tupperware.

    My hostess was a woman,
    A stranger to me I’m afraid.
    I was dragged to this thing by my cousin’s wife
    To benefit her Lady’s Aid

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    A Doo-Wop Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

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    A cool autumn night
    A golden moon is shining o'er
    the harvested fields,

     

     

     

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    A Rain Spattered Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     


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    Breaking News-ku:


    Again and again
    and again and again and ...
    NO! STOP! NOT ONE MORE!!

     

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    Danger In Donald's Name

    Donald Trump is becoming a dangerous leader of an ignorant, angry base of people who don't give a damn about politics. They aren't looking for ways to improve our economy, policies to help the middle class or the wealthy, taxes up or down, nor do they care about wars in general - their focus is clearly on nationalism with a very white bent. "Immigration" means keeping non-whites out, "unemployment" means a Mexican took your job. "Poor" equals black and dangerous, "religion" means Christian.

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    A Frail and Ferocious Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     


    When you see Life as
    the cause, you are its victim.
    You must be your cause.

     


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    Another Laborious Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

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    When you're looking for
    familiarity's font,
    Google sans serif.

     


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    A Wistful Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

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    tanka haiku:

    All one ever knows,
    Is what they’ve experienced,
    Or taken on faith.
        But, like silt in riverbeds,
        Both can muddy the waters.

     

     

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    A Kerouac-ack-ack Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

     

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    Jack Kerouac - American Haiku

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    A Dog Day Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

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    To whine is but to
    rant with specificity.
    Silly lad, rant on.


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    triple haiku:

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    A Debatable Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

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    Regrets percolate
    under calm demeanors and
    eat away the soul.

     

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    Whatever happened
    to haberdashers?  these are
    the things I wonder.

     

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    Fox Bimbo's

    It has been a long while since I posted one of PsycoSuperMom's video.  This one landed on my Facebook page.  I am still laughing.  

     

    Like she says, it works for randy old white guys. 

     

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    A Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     


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    Wear a morning coat
    of paint in afternoon light
    while it's evening.

     


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    A Flimsy Excuse for a Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:


    tanka haiku:

    Try to retain the
    ability to express
    delirious joy.

        Any moment, happiness
        could spring from your
    consciousness.


     

     

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    Representing the Psyche

    ever so often

    sudden impulse tells the mind

    change one's avatar

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    A Fairly Frothy Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

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    The sign on the beach
    said "Clothing Optional" ... So,
    he took off his scarf.

     

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