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    Another Friday afternoon at the Haiku-lodeon ...

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 02/10/2012 - 2:05pm |
     
     
    This week's heap of haikus:
     
     
     
     
    tanka haiku:  The wall, torn down, the
     
    camera lost, the girl left.
     
    Only memories
     
        inside my head remain to
     
        keep ev'rything as it was.
     
     
     
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    Solid evidence
     
    of who and what we once were
     
    will get lost in Time.
     
     
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    Please friend, hold my hand.
     
    I'm a stranger here, and don't
     
    know my way around.
     
     
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    Twilight emerges
     
    putting this long day to bed,
     
    releasing our dreams.
     
     
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    Though heart's desires
     
    are not always met, they greet
     
    our souls at sundown.
     
     
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    Getting up early,
     
    ruins your sleeping and your
     
    love of alarm clocks.
     
     
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    The ties that bind us,
     
    may sometimes chafe, yet they keep
     
    those whom we need, near.
     
     
     
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    Have we lost our way?
     
    Or has our journey been changed
     
    to exploration?
     
     
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    A heart that wanders
     
    may never take root in the


    field where their love waits.
     
     
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    Today's annoyance;


    remembering I forgot
     
     
    to charge my iPod.
     
     
     
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    Watering flowers;
     
     
    simple acts of kindness that
     
     
    encourages beauty.
     
     
     
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    You constantly cry
     
     
    then wonder why the world seems
     
     
    so full of teardrops.
     
     
     
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    Feeling remorse for
     
    things you can't control is like
     
    weeping for moonbeams.
     
     
     
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    Papa took his time,
     
     
    winding his pocket watch, then ...
     
     
    asked me to 'explain.'
     
     
     
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    When you are swimming, 
     
     
    you don't think about drowning. 
     
     
    So it is with Life. 
     
     
     
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    In the hollow tree,
     
     
    he hid grandfather's watch
     
     
    and a plastic whistle. 
     
     
     
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    Are you ever tired
     
     
    of hearing you should be sad
     
     
    just because you're sick?
     
     
     
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    Martini's shaken
     
     
    and not stirred, makes olives bounce
     
     
    and Bond, James Bond, drunk.
     
     
     
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    Vixens vindicate,
     
     
    vicious, voracious viewpoints,
     
     
    vocal victors vie.
     
     
     
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    tanka haiku: 
     
     
    Please consider this ...
     
     
    maybe, just maybe, it's you.
     
     
    Nothing wrong with that.
     
     
        Perhaps you're simply blind to 
     
     
        the lessons Life's offering. 
     
     
     
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    Through Life's twists and turns,
     
     
    we learn about ourselves, so
     
     
    avoid the straight path.
     
     
     
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    You know how Life is ... 
     
     
    Dull .   Then something comes along
     
     
    and lights up your heart.
     
     
     
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    He soon discovered, 
     
     
    ice-skating was not his 'thing.' 
     
     
    His 'thing?'  Falling down. 
     
     
     
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    Nervously she paced,
     
     
    it was well after Midnight,
     
     
    and she'd heard no news. 
     
     
     
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    Wishing her the best, 
     
     
    he shook her hand, grabbed his bags
     
     
    and boarded the train.
     
     
     
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    He stood very still, 
     
     
    slowly his essence emerged 
     
     
    and Hope swirled 'round him.
     
     
     
     
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    The room was darkened, 
     
     
    The drapes were all tightly shut  
     
     
    as his spirit ebbed.
     
     
     
     
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    Bonus Poem:  

     

    In a house of endless woe,

    You only know just what you know,

    But in a house of endless joy,

    you're a clever girl or boy.

     

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    Yesterday I noticed on my twitter account where I post my daily haikus, that I am now being followed by Connecticut politician Chris Shays.  How the heck did THAT happen?  hahaha.

     

     

    Comments

    Once again there are many thoughts put together in your order.

    Like the V's.

    A lot of dreams going on here though.

    And,depending upon context of course, I have at times wept over moonbeams!


    by Richard Day on Sat, 02/11/2012 - 11:10am

    I have fun with the alliteration ones.  Of course, some letters are tougher than others.  I don't know that one with words starting with 'x' is even possible.  (hmmm... or is it?)

    This week does seem to have a theme, which I did not notice until I put them all together.  I suppose an analyst would have a field day with my day to day stream of thoughts. 

    P.S.  I have, at times, wept over moonbeams too, my friend.


    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 02/11/2012 - 12:03pm

    Always like a meditation to read these. I Love "Life's twists and turns". An essential truth so exquisitely expressed. 


    by Oxy Mora on Sat, 02/11/2012 - 5:48pm

    Thanks, Oxy.  Your poem has inspired me to go back and try some longer form poetry again  I'll see if I can still do that  .

     

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 02/11/2012 - 6:17pm

    You can do it, and like we say, if not now, when?  BTW, I reformatted it bolding the middle and italicizing the first and last stanzas to appear more readable as meta reflections. Would you give me your thoughts on the changed format---the other was straight stanzas. Thanks.


    by Oxy Mora on Sat, 02/11/2012 - 6:51pm

     

    I actually noticed that earlier, but thought I was having trouble with my browser. LOL

    Personally, I think the bold type face is a bit jarring.  Would just italicizing the first and last stanzas be enough?  

     


    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 02/11/2012 - 7:36pm

    I thought that might be the case. Thanks. 


    by Oxy Mora on Sun, 02/12/2012 - 11:16am

    I ran out of stone.

    The eye is drawn to the gap

    where the path falls short.


    by moat on Sun, 02/12/2012 - 2:31pm

    That is so damned good! Brilliant, man. 


    by Oxy Mora on Sun, 02/12/2012 - 2:45pm

    This is wonderful, moat!


    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 02/12/2012 - 5:20pm

    I hereby render unto Moat the Dayly Line of the Day Award for this here Dagblog Site, given to all of him from all of me. ha


    by Richard Day on Sun, 02/12/2012 - 5:31pm

    *blushes*


    by moat on Sun, 02/12/2012 - 6:02pm

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