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A Smoke-clearing Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 03/27/2015 - 6:10pm |

 

Here's this week's heap of haikus:

 


Ha, ha, ha, it's Spring!
The lap-dogs of Winter are
in retreat! Hoo-ray!!

 


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A Sun-settled Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 03/20/2015 - 4:50pm |

 

 

This week, I thought I'd try something a little different; a theme posting. 

Not all, but most of the haikus and photos this week are sunset related.

(All photos courtesy of Kristina Rebelo unless otherwise noted.)

 

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An Updated Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 03/06/2015 - 5:23pm |


 


Here's this week's heap of haikus:


 
 

 

The whites of her eyes
were red with weeping, the blues
were never bluer.

 

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Hand-wringing over Hillary ... ?

By MrSmith1 on Tue, 03/03/2015 - 7:43am |


Hand-wringing over Hillary ... or has she put herself into the political toaster? 

The NY Times reports she used a private email account while Secretary of State ... The right wing is already blowing this up into a major scandal.  Is it?

Is this the "revelation" that allows the GOP to run against McGovern ,,, err, Warren?

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A Phlegm-filled Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 02/27/2015 - 1:08pm |

 

 

Here's this week's heap of haikus:

 

 

 

With pointy ears and
impeccable logic, he
lived long and prospered.

(Leonard Nimoy RIP)

 

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The Warmth of Another Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 02/20/2015 - 2:18pm |


 

Here's this week's heap of haikus:


 

 

Tell me your secrets
and my heart will be yours.  True
love will last forever.

 

 


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Jeepers It's A Cold Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 02/13/2015 - 4:15pm |

 

 

Here's this week's heap of haikus:


In spite of the cold,
a bird sits in a tree and
sings its song of Spring.


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Icy sidewalks dare
my hip replacement; take a
walk on the wild side.


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