MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE by Michael Wolraich Order today at Barnes & Noble / Amazon / Books-A-Million / Bookshop |
Here's this week's heap of haikus:
A poet wrote: "I
carry your heart in my heart."
Love was ever thus.
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My heart imagines
your passionate love for me,
How long must I dream?
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Oh my dear sweet love,
when you're near me, my heart leaps
and I'm filled with joy!
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His heart had grown old,
his spirit, weak and flagging,
Love had shut its door.
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T'was love at first sight,
First, he tickled her fancy,
And then, so much more.
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Since the day we met,
the creases formed by your smile,
haved lived in my thoughts.
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Two hearts beat as one ...
which begs the question; How high
is their blood pressure?
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A sincere heart is,
more likely to change the world,
than a reasoned thought.
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A downtown cafe ...
lovers cuddle in a booth,
and share some red wine.
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Outside my window,
furious snowflakes mingle,
fearful pigeons roost.
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An old weathered rope,
hangs 'round a lonely fence-post,
purpose forgotten.
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When you are away,
I sit and stir my soup and
listen to old songs.
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There is an old tree
that knows my heartaches and has
heard my confessions.
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Though old of age, he
felt he still had tales to tell,
and trails to wander.
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Saturday nights, the
best of the best were the best!
It's your Show of Shows!
(RIP Sid Caesar!)
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Wish the snow would go
from being to nothingness ...?
Sartre should shovel.
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Now, with cubism,
Picasso bet you could tell
shape from abstraction.
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Another snowstorm,
another chance to enjoy
quiet time at home.
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Young eyes hold magic;
look into them, and see the
world as it could be.
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Caveat Emptor,
says it all: Let the buyer
be wearing no clothes.
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Remembering love
is a journey through the soul
that restores the heart.
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Lazy sunlight drifts,
through the parted lace curtains,
of the drawing room.
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In a quiet room.
a book lies open on a
mahogany desk.
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Wishing you were here,
Hoping you find happiness,
Sadly, we've moved on.
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The stack of papers,
suddenly flew 'round the room!
Please close the window!
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He recalls fondly
how one rainy afternoon
they 'shared' an awning.
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Will you dance with me?
Come, Let's shake the rafters with
our mutual joy.
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Sweet melodies drift
from my grandmother's bedroom.
Old 78's.
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Comments
I am having problems with my keyboard.
So I will begin with a thank-you.
This is wonderful.
by Richard Day on Fri, 02/14/2014 - 7:33pm
Very wonderful.
That Sid Cesar clip...it was amazing how Carl Reiner remained perfectly buoyant and coiffed, not a hair out of place nor his tie askew, as chaos enveloped him.
by Peter Schwartz on Fri, 02/14/2014 - 8:52pm
Yes, it's one of my favorite Show of Show sketches. Caesar, Carl Reiner and Howard Morris are comedic perfection.
by MrSmith1 on Fri, 02/14/2014 - 9:38pm
You love the beloved,
When all the annoying things,
Remind you of her.
by moat on Fri, 02/14/2014 - 9:28pm
Good one, moat!
by MrSmith1 on Fri, 02/14/2014 - 9:41pm
To properly dance,
I must first remove my pants;
Revealing my tights.
Digging out the car,
For the seventh time or more,
I met Sisyphus.
His boulder is very large.
He keeps it in a garage.
by moat on Mon, 02/17/2014 - 6:44pm
HA! Good one, moat!
Changing your spark-plugs
is pointless, when you own the
Sisyphus Garage.
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If you hear the words,
"I must first remove my pants ..."
Look for the exit.
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by MrSmith1 on Mon, 02/17/2014 - 8:00pm