The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    Still even more haikus on yet another Friday afternoon...

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 09/16/2011 - 2:47pm |

     

    This week's batch:

     

    In Nantucket pubs,
    Zithers and dulcimers play,
    to enraptured drunks.
     
    A convent garden,
    a devout mantis prays for
    Jack-in-the-pulpit.
     
    There was a large crowd,
    lined up 'round Tompkins Square Park,
    Bread line? Movie Shoot.
     
    Lazy sunlight drifts,
    through the parted lace curtains,
    of the drawing room.
     
    In a quiet room.
    a book lies open on a
    mahogany desk.
     
    Grandpa used to say,
    "If you live, your time will come",
    Grandma's never did.
     
     I don't know her name,
    I'll never see her again,
    Still, she stays with me.
     
    Brick ovens, brickbats,
    bric-a-brac ... He's been a real
    brick through the whole thing."
     
    tanka haiku:  Ever find yourself
    thinking of quitting your job?
    Yeah, I know, me too.
      Just kidding, of course ... Really.
      (My boss is on Facebook too.)
     
    Know this, my sweet child,
    precious are the memories,
    that some day you'll have.
     
    Torn between lovers,
    he was not sure what to do,
    then, he beheld her..."
     
    What's more delicious,
    a strawberry milk shake, or
    a hot apple pie?
     
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    9/11 tanka haiku+1:

    'Dear Lord, what's happened?!'
    Shocking. Unbelievable.
    Even now, we weep.
    For we sat and watched evil,
    attempt to kill our spirit.

    But we shall resist,
    We will not yield, nor forget,
    And we will survive.

     
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    Scars are reminders,
    That Life can be risky, but
    we can, and will, heal.
     
    Fog floats on the fields,
    dew forms on the split rail fence
    cows still have no clue.
     
    Heard when raising joists
    on the terrier's doghouse;
    'Beam is up, Scottie!'
     
     

     

    Comments

    I think you have found an outlet.

    I stream and I may get 1700 hits and a lot of comments or I may get 24 hits and no comments. hahahahaha

    You have found a niche!

    Make sure you find other publishers; other blogs to publish your thoughts.

    AND WE WILL SURVIVE!

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pmT6udys8Tc

     


    by Richard Day on Sat, 09/17/2011 - 7:25pm

    Thanks DD.  Love the video.  I will never forget visiting my now 93 year old mother when she was still living independently.  This was about 10 years ago.   We were in the middle of a conversation and got talking about music, when she casually mentioned how much she loved the Grateful Dead.  She had evidently seen a PBS special featuring them and was quite taken with it. All I could think was, Jeez, my mom is a Dead-head!  Of course, she also surprised me when I was a teenager by telling me how much she loved Little Richard and Ray Charles, so I guess I should have seen it coming.  

     

    Here's to surviving...

     


    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 09/18/2011 - 1:02am

    I like the easy flow of the one about the book on a desk.

    The one about bricks got me thinking of a roulette ball, seeming to hover over different numbers before landing on just one. 


    by moat on Sun, 09/18/2011 - 8:06pm

    Thanks. That's one of my favorites, too.  I try to create little scenarios sometimes, establish a mood in 17 syllables.  I have an artist friend that creates miniature environments. I'm trying to do something similar with a small amount of words.

    Here's one for your roulette imagery:

    The roulette wheel spins, 

    the ball bounces to and fro.

    Bet it all on Red.

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 09/18/2011 - 10:57pm

    Yes, putting some skin in the game.

     

    Without my siblings,

    how arbitrary it seems,

    being just this one.


    by moat on Wed, 09/21/2011 - 10:00pm

     

    Nice, Moat.


    by MrSmith1 on Wed, 09/21/2011 - 11:31pm