The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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Another Lazy Friday afternoon at the Haiku-lodeon ...

 
 
Here's this week's heap of haikus:

 

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Stashed behind the soup
in her kitchen pantry was
the choc'late cake mix.
 
 
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Little ladybug,
crawls across my shoe, on her
way to my garden.
 
 
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Searching for the truth
is easier when you know
where to start to look.
 
 
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Her withering glance
told him he'd said too much ... and
he'll sleep on the couch.
 
 
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 He went for his gun ...
but the 'mangy varmint' said,
'Billy, time for lunch.'
 
 
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Do you spend your days
mopping up calamities?
or creating them?
 
 
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In the stream of Life,
we flow with swift currents, to
avoid stagnant pools.
 
 
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Will you ever wake?
Or will you dream forever?
Will you ever know?
 
 
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In the drainpipe's curve,
a nest of twigs holds two eggs;
the true joy of Spring.
 
 
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Willows in the wind,
gently swaying back and forth,
like sleepy dancers."
 
 
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Troubles never last ...
Like cream poured into coffee,
They'll soon swirl away.
 
 
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Tulip bulbs planted
upside down, still find a way
to reach the surface.
 
 
 
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tanka haiku:  Yellow daffodils
hiding behind hyacinths,
feel rather silly.
 
(Y'see, daffodils are tall,
and hyacinths, well ... aren't high.)
 
 
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Easter massacre!
A headless choc'late bunny
lies next to his peeps!
 
 
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 Hanging at Starbucks;
The Algonquin Roundtable
For witless slackers?
 
 
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 When I can not sleep
I do not toss and turn, I
go to the bathroom ...
 
 
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 I was born to run,
but knew there was no escape.
So ... I did some laps.
 
 
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Comments


Beautiful!  Ahh, flowers... ain't they grand?  

I have a friend that lives in California and she spends a lot of her leisure time taking photos at a flower farm that is near her home:


I get lost I suppose!

Troubles never last ...
Like cream poured into coffee,
They'll soon swirl away.
 
Troubles seem to follow me
Forever
 
I should have done this
I should have done the other
Why even bother!
 
ha

 

Good one, DD!!

 

 

 


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