The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    Haiku-chee-koo - It's Friday and what else have I got to do?

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 10/28/2011 - 1:27pm |
     
     
    This week's batch: 
     
     
    tanka haiku: Lady Liberty,
    friend of the huddled masses
    yearning to breathe free,
      let your torch of Freedom shine;
      on all of our hopes and dreams.

     

    haiku: Carving pumpkins? Yuck.
    Buying candy for 'those brats' ...?
    Who needs Halloween?

     

    Do not play with 'whilst',
    it's archaic and obscure,
    Whilstle while you work.

     

    Weary troubadour,
    guitar slung across his back,
    refrains from strumming.
     
     
    The gray of the sky,
    matched the gray river waters,
    infinity flowed ...
     
     
    An old weathered rope,
    hangs 'round a lonely fence-post,
    purpose forgotten.
     
     
    His shifting status,
    hero one day, scapegoat next,
    was confusing him.
     
     
    Can we ever hear
    the footsteps of history
    marching through our lives?
     
     
    Wet leaves line the street,
    pedestrians wear jackets.
    brisk autumn morning.
     
     
    It's way too early,
    to come to a conclusion,
    so, he simply guessed.
     
     
    The joint's carpenter,
    refused to replace the joist.
    He was no joiner.
     
     
    Two minute warning,
    it's first down and goal to go.
    Don't fumble the ball.
     
     
    Sirens start screaming,
    in the middle of the night.
    causing dogs to bark.
      Then, the neighbor's lights go on.
      I drove through the shrubs, okay?
     
     
    Beautiful and lithe,
    a girl in a tight t-shirt,
    jogs pushing a pram.
     
     
    Crystal chandeliers,
    are NOT the best design choice
    with six foot ceilings.
     
     
    Most experts know, you
    can't alphabetize chaos,
    but CAN order fries.
     
     
    No one is pristine
    by the time they reach sixty
    Life does take a toll.
     
     
    I can not tell you
    how deep's the ache in my soul ...
    but, thank God, you know.
     
     
    Oh baby, baby ...
    Papa's got a brand new bag
    (filled with toys for you.)
     
    (1 of 2)
    Eternity is
    a wish not to die made real.
    A hope we can't prove.
     
    (2 of 2)
    Of course, it's also
    dining with all your in-laws
    and waiting for news.
     
    Geese, dogs and seagulls,
    seldom think beyond right now,
    Man does nothing but.
     

     

    Comments

    I am feeling the change of season in this set.

     

    I was raised by wolves.

    Steam rolls off my lolling tongue.

    Grey eyes scan the snow.

     

     

     


    by moat on Wed, 11/02/2011 - 7:51pm

     

    A real grabber of an opening line!  Nicely done.  Mind if I give it a go?

     

    I was raised by wolves,

    but tutored by nightingales,

    so, I howl on key, 


    by MrSmith1 on Wed, 11/02/2011 - 11:38pm

    That made me laugh.


    by moat on Thu, 11/03/2011 - 7:47am

    I was raised by wolves,

    but educated by mules,

    So I howl donkey.


    by Donal on Thu, 11/03/2011 - 8:08am

    Good one, Donal.

    I was raised by wolves,

    I'm dating Red Riding Hood.

    Conflict of int'rest?


    by MrSmith1 on Thu, 11/03/2011 - 10:05am

    I was raised by wolves,

    watch my eyes and not my teeth.

    I tried to warn you.

     

     

     


    by Oxy Mora on Thu, 11/03/2011 - 11:58pm

    I was raised by wolves

    But please don't fret about it

    I tried to warn you.

     


    by Anonymous (not verified) on Fri, 11/04/2011 - 1:15pm

    I was raised by wolves

    but don't mind all the snarling

    we do mate for life


    by Donal on Fri, 11/04/2011 - 1:27pm

    Ha. Good one.

    But isn't snarling three vowels? Shouldn't it be snar'ling? Just kidding.

    I was raised by wolves

    so don't give me the brush off

    unless you mean it.

    (Not sure what it means, suggestion from the subconscious so I'm letting it be).

     

     

     


    by Oxy Mora on Fri, 11/04/2011 - 2:03pm

    I was Rolfed by Wayne,

    reshaping my skeleton,

    through new lines of torque.


    by moat on Thu, 11/03/2011 - 10:02pm

     

    'Spondys' don't get Rolfed;
    our spines fused and re-shaped the
    'all-natural' way.

    (Sorry to play the Spondylitis card, but it just seemed the obvious way for me to go.)

     

    On the other hand, I could have gone here:

    Re-shaped skeletons,

    were very common during

    Torquemada's reign.

     


    by MrSmith1 on Thu, 11/03/2011 - 11:39pm

    I love, "I cannot tell you". Thanks for the inspiration.

     


    by Oxy Mora on Fri, 11/04/2011 - 12:14am