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    Jeepers It's A Cold Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon



    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

    In spite of the cold,
    a bird sits in a tree and
    sings its song of Spring.


    Icy sidewalks dare
    my hip replacement; take a
    walk on the wild side.


    Dickie Ray's new Venture


    An investor in small start-up companies, I had given a guy named Dickie Ray Hoskins some front money for his new venture and arranged for him to meet with the Peoples bank of Paris, Texas, to get an operating loan. I had a good relationship with Tiffany, the loan manager, who had acquired her skills with a much larger bank in Chicago. She was in her early thirties, smart and attractive.

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    A Frosty, Frigid Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon



    Here's this week's heap of haikus:




    Wellsprings of Support
    may flow from unknown sources
    to lift up your life.




    The importance of being carl.


    Jane was a "closet" anti-vaxxer---not the sort of attribute one might expect in a high profile CEO of a large conglomerate of hotels and restaurant chains.  She worked in downtown L.A. and lived in Pasadena where her twin girls went to a private school---which had just sent them home because of a large measles outbreak in California.

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    I'll Tell You A Story

    This is a beautiful time laps of the eruption of Bardarbunga in Iceland from Jan. 31 to Feb. 2.  The poem was written and read by Leslie Robson Gumpf.  Enjoy the beautiful natural art.


    Two hundred dollars short.


    Vera shuffled into a strip mall bank branch which was flanked by a nail salon and a vitamin shop. The mall had drifted into premature uselessness, with half the stores selling vacancy signs. Vera wore a quilted robe with ample splashes of fur in floral patterns front and back plus on the cuffs, collar and hemline. On her feet were white cotton slippers with velcro straps undone. As she flowed up to a teller window, clumps of streaked grey hair tried to escape from underneath a fraying ball cap.

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    A Pre-Super Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon




    Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:



    Rod McKuen's died.
    All Jean would say is that he
    couldn't sing either.


    (Just kidding – RIP Rod McKuen )


    Heartless Poet


    He wanted one poem to plop down in his lap,

    Contented and revealing within the first draft;

    It's phrases weaned...lines well proportioned,

    .....a poem like that seldom walks in the door.


    We need to talk. she said.

    Odd timing, he said, I'm writing.

    No, I mean it, she said.

    O.K., just a minute,

        .. a wildflower steals under yon fence row,

         poignant, the shy hues of parting glances,

    Is your heart in this? she asked.

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    A Recuperative Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon



    Here's this week's rather meager heap of haikus:



    Sometimes if you stare
    hard enough you can convince
    folks of anything.

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    Ball Talk

    Why are so many people talking about balls all of a sudden? I just don't understand it. Balls have been hanging around for a long time, but now there's all this fuss about how hard they're supposed to be! Did you hear they're even on TV deciding how much balls should weigh? Yes, really!

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    Dynamic Scoring! (Rag Time)

    I ran across this today. I picked the few that I thought was really great. 



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    A Funny, Freezing, Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon


    Here's this week's heap of haikus:


    A cold wind will blow
    o'er any innovation
    'til it catches fire.



    Twilight, cold and wet ...
    To ease the chill in my bones,
    a savory bisque!




    A New Year Rose Ceremony.


    When I was in High School I was active in a Baptist church which today stands in near ruins, its stained glass windows having been extracted and used in an office complex.

    The pastor took a special interest in me and when I turned sixteen and could drive my mother's Chevy, he suggested me as a Sunday substitute preacher at some smaller country churches.I had several prepared sermons and stuck to basic themes. On the debate team in High School, I was not bad on my feet.

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    O, Christmas Tree!

    I love trees in general. Yeah. I've hugged 'em. So, my affection for Christmas trees should come as no surprise. Even though I do not follow the Christian faith, I have come to understand not being Christian does not necessarily stop anyone from putting up a Christmas tree. It has become, I think, a kind of generic symbol of gift-giving, good tidings and joy.

    Are you doing all right?


    "Yeah", said Ben,"this is basically a sports chair, I can lift it into the car easily and I'll pop a wheelie for you after I've had another bourbon."

    Dutch had been driving to Chicago and stopped at Ben's house outside Tulsa. They had been fraternity brothers at Yale in the Sixties. Dutch was divorced and Ben's wife Ginger had died three years earlier.

    "I admit that I'm shocked to see you in that chair", said Dutch, "how did it happen?"

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    A Festive Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon



    Here's this week's heap of haikus:




    As the chaos fades,
    I pause to think hard about
    where to go from here.

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    Just For Me

    I spent a few hours late this afternoon writing a piece for this space. Unfortunately, something happened and it disappeared. I was frustrated, irritated and downright exasperated. My first thought was that it had been a complete waste of time, hours spent for no reason whatsoever. Well, I was wrong. Chances are good that it wasn't particularly worth reading, but that's not the point. I wrote it because I wanted to write, not because I wanted to be read. There's a difference, you know.

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    A Dopey, Door-busting Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:



    Rain evaporates
    The Autumn leaves decompose
    Snow melts.  Life goes on.


    Those people down the road.

    "The kids ain't comin' for Thanksgiving tomorrow", Francine yelled out to Darrell, who was blowing leaves off the deck in back of the house. "Angie's got strep, so we're going to be alone".

    "Well I can watch the Cowboys without all that commotion", said Darrell.

    "I guess I can just sit here and eat this big ham all by myself, then" , she said.

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    Stay Strong, Ferguson

    The Grand Jury decision regarding whether or not to indict Ferguson Police Officer Wilson for the killing of Michael Brown will be announced tonight. Should there be an indictment, the charges levied against him will be included in the statement. The stage has been set for quite some time - the question now is the theatre itself.


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