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    If it's Friday, it must be time for more haikus

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 10/14/2011 - 2:33pm |

     

    The latest batch:

     

    haiku: A languorous pose,
    belies her tragic fate, in
    April 1912

    (This photo of the statue in Straus Park near where I live, was taken by a neighbor. The statue is of Ida Straus, who died along with her husband Isidor on the Titanic.)

     

    Waiting for a sign,
    he remained very still ... ... ... then,
    he knew what to do.

     

    tanka haiku:  She found some paper,
    then opened her crayon box
    and began to draw.
       She scribbled wildly, then
       in big letters, signed her name.

     

    After the rainstorm,
    the park looked so lush and green
    he felt right at home.

     

    He recalls fondly
    how one rainy afternoon
    they 'shared' an awning.

     

     Sneaking through the dell,
    he follows a dried creek bed
    and avoids capture.

     

    tanka haiku: I felt all alone,
    isolated from the world,
    no-one understood.
       Then I went online and found
       there were others much like me.

     

    Bulls in china shops,
    should not be given the keys,
    to the museum.

     

    World Arthritis Day*,
    We must stiffen our resolve,
    and find a cure NOW.

    (*World Arthritis Day was October 12th)

     

    tanka haiku: Whimsical beings,
    by mutual consent, are
    real as you or me.
       To claim that they don't exist,
       is to dash another's hopes.

     

    The dog sniffs his food,
    warily approaching it,
    Fussy as a cat.

     

    Are you a misfit
    and conspire to rebel?
    Get in line, my friend.

     

    tanka haiku: I once came across,
    some writings in an old book,
    scribbled in margins.
       They were not profound statements,
       Just old, enshrined graffitti.

     

    Sometimes I'm awake,
    When I should be fast asleep,
    dreaming I'm awake.

     

    I sit and wonder,
    then dream what I hope will be,
    I awake and sing.

     

    Down a garden path,
    that leads to a wooden bench,
    I find solitude.

     

    Comes the debacle,
    will you hunker down or flee?
    Stand and be counted!

     

    Lawrence O'Donnell
    ratchets up the faux outrage,
    trying to be Keith.

     

    All things pass away,
    And all relationships change,
    We're all in motion.

     

    As autumn leaves fall,
    we must prepare for winter,
    and dream of next spring.

     

    Internet access,
    Isn't there?! It isn't fair!
    (That's Life nowadays.)

     

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    Comments

    H A I K U

    Five letters, two syllables

    Self referential

     

    Recursions repeat

    Infinite and infinite

    Go back to line 1

     

    Ctrl-S, lock up

    Fucking file is corrupted

    Thank God for DropBox


    by Verified Atheist on Fri, 10/14/2011 - 7:03pm

    HA!!  Glad to know I'm not the only one that suffers with lockups, screen freezes and corrupted files.

     

    Damn this computer!

    'Page Unresponsive' ... Thanks Chrome.

    (Browser arouser.)

     

    Browser arouser 
    of anger in the user.
    Click on link for "Help.


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 10/14/2011 - 9:30pm

    A good batch. Your rhythm has been changing over time

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    Punch card bubble gum,

    Masticating teenager,

    What is he saying?


    by moat on Sat, 10/15/2011 - 9:03pm

    Masticating teenager.  LOL

    I love this one, moat!

     

    Here's a silly alliterative one I just did:

    Docile delinquents,

    doing downers daily, don't

    despair dumb details.

     

    Interesting observation about my rhythms. I guess they change with my moods. 

     

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 10/16/2011 - 1:13am

    I used this blog to teach my friends daughter about Haiku style. Her teacher didn't see fit to explain the 5 7 5 requirement with examples, nor did she bother to have the class write a Haiku or two together. Kids learn by example. So she and I sat there and we wrote a Haiku or two together!  Now she can do them all herself.

    Thanks for this.


    by tmccarthy0 on Wed, 10/19/2011 - 1:23pm

    Thanks, but don't just tease us, come on, post a few of them.  :-)


    by MrSmith1 on Wed, 10/19/2011 - 2:21pm