The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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Another Friendly Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon.

 

 

 


Here's this week's heap of haikus:



On my block, cars do
their alternate do-si-do
for the street sweep


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I took a taxi
which took forever and all
my folding money.

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Some flowering quince
brighten up my room, while they
taunt my allergies.

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An old jelly bean
found in my jacket pocket
still tastes pretty good.
 

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Mournful elegies
echoed through the cathedral.
Loved ones laid to rest.

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Eliminate stress,
by breathing deeply. Then, you
focus on ... (nothing).

 
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In a wooden shack,
on the outskirts of town, lives
his late uncle's wife.
 

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Will you dance with me?
Come, Let's shake the rafters with
our mutual joy.
 

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In a hiding place,
behind some old wainscoting,
dusty artifacts.


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A sincere heart is,
more likely to change the world,
than well reasoned thoughts.

 
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She seldom complained,
was quick with a comeback, so ...
was often ignored.


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He was confident,
he'd done the assignment, but ...
Wrong chapters were read.


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His girlfriend's bedroom,
seemed like such a prissy place,
dainty and perfumed.


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tanka haiku:

The rheumy's office
was quite small and cramped and yet
within, whole new worlds.

   Many unfamiliar realms
   were first revealed to me there.


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A wind-swept plateau,
where the sky looms large, as in
a John Ford western.


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I love you so much,
but can't claim I'll ever know,
all you mean to me.

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tanka haiku:  

When I am dreaming,
I somersault on the beach,
and dash through the surf.

   We laugh, then stroll hand in hand,
    two soul-mates who have found peace.

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A toasted muffin,
bacon, juice and cantaloupe,
Sweet Sunday breakfast.


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Rhythmic melodies
drift from grandmother's bedroom:
Old 78's.
 
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Kids were not allowed
in grandfather's library,
but cats wandered in.
 

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A convent garden,
a devout mantis prays for
Jack-in-the-pulpit.
 

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There was a large crowd,
lined up 'round Tompkins Square Park,
Bread line? Movie Shoot.

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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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Grand-dad used to say,
"If you live, your time will come",
Grandma's never did.


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 I don't know her name,
I'll never see her again,
Her essence haunts me.
 


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Torn between lovers,
he was not sure what to do,
then, he beheld her..."

 

 

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Scars are reminders,
That Life can be risky, but
we can, and will, heal.


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Fog floats on the fields,
dew forms on the split rail fence
Rain in the forecast.
 


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When you're feeling lost,
be brave and don't hesitate,
in asking for help.

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How do you handle,
all the pain and suffering?
Focus on others.

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Ask for help, focus
on others, Ev'ryone hurts,
ev'ryone can help.
 


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tanka haiku:

I confess; I wore
paisley ascots, bell-bottoms
and nehru jackets.

  But it was the Sixties, man.
  We were all 'fashion forward.'

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The billowing sails,
The churning, white-capped waters,
grey skies at ebb tide.


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When painting 'still lifes',
try not to put your elbow,
in the water cup.
 


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While crouched underneath,
her conestoga wagon,
Kate did needlework.
 

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Sprawled on an ice floe,
you tend to forget that you're
heading for the falls.
 

 

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Blandly defiant,
dead cars give no excuses,
they simply won't go.
 

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Some stars in the sky,
stopped shining eons ago.
(We've yet to notice.)
 

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In an ev'ning's field,
a scurrying mouse ignores
danger in the trees.
 

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young boys quickly learn
the alcohol content of

vanilla extract.
 

 

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A remote forest,
where towering trees shelter,
delicate flowers.
 

 

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Internet access,
Isn't there?! It isn't fair!
Net neutrality!

 

 

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Children whispering,
conspiratorial glee ...
Parents ... be on guard.

 

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Breaking News ...  My haiku submission has been selected as a finalist for the New York Times Haiku Challenge. Should know in a couple of days if it made the final cut.  

Woo-Hoo!
 

Here's my submission:


A garden pathway
lined with purple violets
absorbs all sadness.

 

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Comments

Congratulations, Mr. Smith!  Fingers crossed.  I love all your haikus.  I don't know how you could choose only one to submit.  Great job again this week.

 

This one should be a poster:

Grand-dad used to say,
"If you live, your time will come",
Grandma's never did.


The lesson again:

As if this strange thing was learned

by repetition.

 

The hard things are soft.

Some things outside heard sharply:

A quiet appeal.

 

The self as a thing.

We don't know about that life.

We talk about it.


I work tomorrow.

Stealing time from a question;

Running from something.

 


All great, moat!

 

I take a moment
to mourn the passage of time.
I work tomorrow.

 

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Running from something
o'er which I have no control
keeps me on my toes.

 

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She walked on her toes.

Cadence to an odd new song;

Impossible dance.


 

An impossible dance ...

prance about on tippy-toes ...

Ballet just a ruse?

 

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Using auto-tune

mixed with a hip-hop cadence?

It will curl your toes.

 

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