Another Friday afternoon in May at the haiku-lodeon

Another Friday afternoon in May at the haiku-lodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 05/11/2012 - 12:36pm |

This week's heap of haikus:

'midst purple flowers,

a hummingbird suspended

in mid-air ... awesome.

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Things I saw today;
2 year olds wearing hoodies,
old men without canes.

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Squirming, squealing kids,
make life a living ... heaven.
Don't they? Yeah, I know ...

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She knew a sick cat
when she saw one, and always
cared for, and fed them.

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He grabs the railing
when his cane hits a wet spot
and he starts to fall.

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Caught in the downpour
without an umbrella, he
steps in a puddle.

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A tangerine sky,
clouds that haunt the horizon,
lure me into night.

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When you discover
you have reliable friends,
fruit falls from the trees.

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A yellow balloon
dances in a cloud-less sky
and we're all children.

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Fridays, after work,
She really lets her hair down,
And dances till dawn.

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tanka haiku: Those that can not deal
with their friend's adversities,
fear their own weakness.

But smooth sailing weakens sailors
while stormy weather breeds strength.

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double haiku: Where are we going?
What direction will we head?
Will we stop for snacks?

I can't believe it.
Are we there yet? You're Kidding.
We haven't left yet.

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Winking at strangers,
with whom you come face-to-face,
might just make their day.

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Windows to our souls,
eyes behold the world, but our
minds create vision.

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A humid morning.
Across the street, some workers
sip coffee and smoke.

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Scampering puppies,
can’t get traction on wet grass.
Bunnies hop away.

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I knock. No-one's home.
I post a note on the door,
'Sorry 'bout the tree.'

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His hum-drum life had
hum-drum relationships and
even hum-drum drums.

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God you reminded me.

There is this nursery school about four blocks from here.

I just stand there sometimes watching the tots at play. I mean if you really think about what freedom means; this has got to be it.

There are always two or three women there to make sure the tots do no harm to themselves or others.

Then I realize I must move on.

I mean I must look like some old fricking pervert. hahahahahahaha

I mean I can stare at the ducks and pigeons and swallows all day and no one would accuse me of being untoward.

hahahahaah

by Richard Day on Sun, 05/13/2012 - 12:50am

double haiku: He sees kids at play
and represses sadness at
not having children.

Sitting in the park,
he looks at ducks and swallows
wishing he could fly.

by MrSmith1 on Sun, 05/13/2012 - 5:48am

Your Haiku's made me weep Mr. Smith.

by tmccarthy0 on Sun, 05/13/2012 - 9:52am

Perhaps I should add

a disclaimer to my work;

'Caution; may cause tears.'

(Thank you for the kind words, tmc.)

by MrSmith1 on Sun, 05/13/2012 - 11:49am

Another Friday afternoon in May at the haiku-lodeon

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