MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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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.
field where their love waits.
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Today's annoyance;
remembering I forgot
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.
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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