The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    A tear-stained Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 12/14/2012 - 2:18pm |

     

     

     
    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     
     
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    Again, "Breaking News"
    tells me children have been shot.
    Again, my tears flow.
     
     
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     Immortal souls that
    live in mortal bodies ... That's
    one of God's jokes, right?
     
     
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     Hiding in the field,
    he overheard it all, and
    figured out the plot.
     
     
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     Actor heard praying
    while crossing Shubert Alley;
    "God, the first act sucks."
     
     
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     Though sealed with a kiss,
    his love letter was opened
    with some bitter tears.
     
     
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    A drizz'ly morning's
    walk through a nearby woods, clears
    my mind of its gloom.
     
     
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     In her kitchen, she
    quietly drank her coffee,
    then rubbed her stiff hands.
     
     
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    If we 'Let it Snow',
    there'll be slipp'ry slopes. So
    draw the line at slush.
     
     
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    tanka haiku: He was toasted, then
    roasted, and when he got old,
    he coasted. The End ...

     ... came sooner than was posted,
    which thrilled the ghost he hosted.
     
     
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     Chasing a sunset,
    hoping for one last glimpse as
    today fades away ...
     
     
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     I'm still a bit numb,
    sitting in our bedroom with
    your empty closet.
     
     
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     It's a long, long way
    to Tipperary, so we
    tipped a cow instead.
     
     
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     If you tell a lie
    in Capistrano, you'll find
    it hard to swallow.
     
     
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    Where we're most afraid,
    may be places where, as kids,
    we felt the most safe.
     
     
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    The irony is ...
    it takes effort to be still,
    and none to be wild.
     
     
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    tanka haiku:
     
    The pretty girl  thinks
    Mozart’s on my iPod, but
    it’s just Rock n’ Roll …
     
    and some Broadway musicals ... 
    and early Louis Armstrong.
     
     
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    tanka haiku:
     
    Why defy the wind?
    Or swim against the tide? Why
    make things so damned hard?

    There's but one answer to this ...
    It is where I am going.
     
     
    Respond-ku by my friend, David:

    Carrying my soul
    on a tiny pollen grain
    a breeze takes me miles.

    Lands me on a babbling brook,
    floating me to G*d-knows-where.
     
     
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    Peddlers on bikes,
    pedaling to sell their wares,
    peddle warily ...
     
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    When you think of friends,
    round their rough edges', and put
    smiles on their faces.
     
     
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    Things we've embedded
    are frequently feted, though
    seldom are vetted.
     
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    I doubt ... and sometimes
    let fear slow me. BUT ... In the
    end, I keep going.
     
     
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    Compelling clappers;
    aren't they a bell-weather of
    ringing endorsements?
     
     
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    Found her on Ebay ...
    She shared great-grandma's name, but
    was not related.
     
     
     
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    Comments

    Guns, guns, and more guns

    Babes in the garden are gone

    Eden's been attacked!

     

    I can't stop cryin'

    Five year-olds are just dyin'

    Before our own eyes.

     

    There is no bizness

    Like show bizness on cable

    Now cliches abound

     

    Children have been wronged

    Families are in mourning

    Is there a morrow?

     

    That's all I got. If we choose not to talk about the real issue now; then when? 

     

     


    by Richard Day on Fri, 12/14/2012 - 3:07pm

     

    How many more kids

    will never see tomorrow?

    Not the time?? Make time!!

     

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    Priorities must

    change. If we 'inconvenience'

    'gun collectors.'  Tough.

     

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    These are our children.

    They are being slaughtered.  Are they

    not worth protecting?

     

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    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 12/14/2012 - 3:22pm