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    haikus for a Friday afternoon, which also happens to be Veterans Day

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 11/11/2011 - 1:29pm |
     
    On the eleventh
    Month, day and hour, at long last,
    The guns fell silent.
     
    (Pictured: The Spondyville mascot, 'Stiffy' the Snowspondy, visiting the Anglo-Belgian War Memorial in Brussels a few years back, to pay tribute to all the fallen heroes.)
     
     
     
    The weathered rowboat,
    Lodged in the pond's muddy dregs,
    remains moored ... oar-less.
     

     
    Perched on a tin can,
    The love bird chirped all morning,
    Outside, Robins sulked.
     
     
     
    Jump in the water
    outside this museum and
    you would be in Seine.
     
     
    In a second mug,
    he pours himself three fingers,
    of ten year old scotch.
     
     
    Open up your mind,
    free your thoughts from tyranny.
    let your dreams escape.
     
     
    The fabric of Life;
    From order to chaos, we
    slowly unravel.
     
    A dark, grey morning
    Serious people crowd me
    I can't help but laugh.
     
    Waiting in the wings,
    and listening for his cue,
    He can't find his props.
     
    A moonlit whisper,
    two lovers in silhouette,
    urgent affection.
     
    He nervously waits
    while doctors study his chart
    Will he get well soon?
     
    That old maple tree,
    was planted in our back yard,
    when we were children.
      Through the years, we raked its leaves
      Grandkids now climb its branches.
     
     In his father's desk,
    lived a letter never sent,
    urging forgiveness.
     
    Hippie drug slang like
    Bogart, Roaches, Mary Jane ...
    Seems a bit quaint now.
     
    A tall glass of juice,
    is no substitute for a
    big mug of coffee.
     
     Mindful of the past,
    he goes out of his way to
    see she is not hurt.
     
     Heading for the falls,
    we paddle desperately,
    the current's too swift!
     
    Sibling rivalries
    can heat up when it comes to
    Halloween candy.
     
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    Comments

    Stiff spines, crossed by arms,

    Let the feet find common ground,

    where we keep the cost.

     


    by moat on Fri, 11/11/2011 - 10:01pm

    As a Spondy, I'm always a sucker for a stiff spine haiku.  Nice.


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 11/11/2011 - 10:55pm

    After Mother died

    A story in her desk drawer

    One day I'll read it.


    by Oxy Mora on Fri, 11/11/2011 - 10:20pm

    Read it! Read it NOW!!  Good one.  


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 11/11/2011 - 10:56pm

    I forgot to put in the title. It was "Genetics, eh?"


    by Oxy Mora on Sat, 11/12/2011 - 7:23am

    My dad was a Vet

    I will never equal him

    But I fucking try


    by Richard the Ele... on Sun, 11/13/2011 - 12:24pm

    But we all keep trying, don't we?  Good one, Richard.


    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 11/13/2011 - 2:42pm

    Yes, sir.


    by Richard the Ele... on Sun, 11/13/2011 - 3:24pm

    Ditto


    by arc400 on Sun, 11/13/2011 - 3:47pm

    Great pictures all!

    I wonder how a boat can seem so lonely.


    by Richard Day on Mon, 11/14/2011 - 4:57am

    Beach with storm debris--stopped here, just saw the one you referenced--beautiful image.


    by Oxy Mora on Mon, 11/14/2011 - 7:38am