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

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 07/27/2012 - 1:27pm |

     

     
    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     
     
     
    Wishing for rainbows
    is fine, but refracting light
    through a prism ... works.
     
     
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    You hope for glory ...
    too often settle for praise ...
    don't lose your focus.
     
     
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     Living in Limbo,
    you'll see sunrise in Heaven
    and sunsets in Hell.
     
     
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     Though she pined for him,
    she could not find a way to
    gracefully forgive.
     
     
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     Those small blades of grass
    which ruin your garden's 'look',
    help curb erosion.
     
     
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    He yawns, then stretches
    wonders why it's so quiet ...
    Awake at sunrise.
     
     
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    Old photos captured
    a me that's no longer me,
    I've ... gone a long way.
     
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    Scared of the future,
    can't live in the past; old age
    makes us 'be here now.'
     
     
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     I whisper your name,
    Not because I need you here,
    I just dig your vibe.
     
     
    Response from a Friend:
     
    Wish everyone had
    Someone to whisper their name
    Just to dig the vibe.
     
    My Response:
     
    Just send your name to
    the universe and you may
    find a whisperee ...
     
     
    My Friend's Response:

    Imagine matching
    whisperers to whisperees:
    Now THAT's a sweet job!
     
    If you're whispering
    AND you're whispered about, then,
    You're very lucky.
     
     
    My Response:
     
    Voids are always filled.
    Whisperers find Whisperees,
    in the Library.
     
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    tanka haiku: His reading glasses
    slid right down his nose and dropped
    into the toilet.

    His obvious dilemma,
    was solved when he stopped laughing.
     
     
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    haiku + tanka haiku:

    Is love illusion?
    Rainbows just refracted light?
    Is what you feel, real?

    Do we dream at all
    or is it all a dream? We
    may never be sure.

    So whistle if you like, friend,
    we all chose which world we build.
     
     
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    Whistling was the
    first iPod; it makes music
    where-ever we go ...
     
     
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     We will perservere.
    We'll wake again tomorrow
    and tend our gardens.
     
     
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    tanka haiku: I am not happy
    with the way things turned out ... I
    want a mulligan.

    This time, 'stead of a three wood,
    I will try a pitching wedge.
     
     
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     Ice Cream truck is here!
    Maaaaaaa! Can I have a quarter?!
    I'll pay you right back!
     
     
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     Our discoveries
    have the power to turn us
    into kids again ...
     
     
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    Reminder-ku: Meeting girlfriend's dad;
    NOT the time to talk about
    your love of ballet.
     
     
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    Talking out loud while
    watching La Boheme is rude.
    Sotto voce, jerk!
     
     
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     The man in the moon
    quietly observes lovers;
    both earnest and fools.
     
     
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    You can stop crazy
    folks from making lemonade ...
    Don't give them lemons.
     
     
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    Marble-sized hailstones
    bounced off air conditioners
    in the East Village.
     
     
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    Summer's mystery;
    How can it be cold and still
    be hot and muggy?
     
     
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    Heartfelt homilys
    gave Sunday morning breakfasts
    ample food for thought.
     
     
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    tanka haiku: Let's live, not by sight,
    but by faith, and a belief
    that we are all blessed.
     
    Fine, first pad the furniture,
    then put on your "kick me" sign.
     
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