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

 

 
 
Here's this week's heap of haikus:
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
At his wife's urging,
He posed with her step-father.
Happy July 4th!
 
(Photo circa 1920.  My maternal grandfather and step-great-grandfather.)

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Toshiro lit the
firecracker while his sisters
watched with excitement.
 
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A day at the beach
in those days, was more like a
wet pajama fest.
 
(My maternal grandparents are third and fourth from the left.)
 
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In 1903,
on July 4th, two boys posed
for my Facebook page.

(My maternal grandfather is on the right)

 
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There was a time when
waving striped thingamajigs
was quite a cool thing.
 
 
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Summers of my youth
seem so distant now ... only
memories remain.
 
 
(mid-1950's ... me and my mom at the beach.)
 
 
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Some planets align,
some go into retrograde;
the "circles" of Life.
 
 
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Calamity struck.
She turned her back on chaos;
calmly cognitive.
 
 
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A burbling brook
slices through a lazy field
near a chestnut tree.
 
 
 
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Hot dogs on the grill
burgers on the patio ...
blame the clumsy chef.
 
 
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Blistering retorts
fueled their bitter argument ...
One joke ended it.
 
 
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 On the edge of town,
a man sits in a diner,
drinking more coffee.
 
 
My friend Jim W.'s response:

Lincoln highway dive
Sipping Amish black coffee
Man dreams of farming
 
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Double Diner haiku:
 
Eggs over easy
bacon, toast and home fries; on
some mis-matched china.

Men in overalls

listen to the farm report
an' talk 'bout football.
 
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Echoes of sunrise,
fade from the bluing sky; the
moon goes back to sleep.
 
 
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As the dawn breaks, a
boat with peeling paint, drifts on
the shimmering lake.
 
 
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In a distant land,
a heart you'll never meet, beats
to the same rhythm.
 
 
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Just wondering-ku:
 
When you re-mold mold,
do you use moldy molds or
hands to mold the mold?
 
 
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Romantic yearnings
can send us on crazy quests
to find another's heart.
 
 
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Comments

I enjoyed the pictures also the poetry.  I hope you are getting better.  It hasn't been too hot here.  We have been having our rainy season.  The weeds are growing like crazy but I don't care because I have school uniforms to make for my grand daughter.  Poor urban elementary schools in this town have to wear uniforms.  Dam things are expensive and made of polly-ester.  This is the tropics and that is like wearing a plastic bag.  Sorry my keyboard is not compatible with dag.


Thanks trkingmomoe, I am getting better.  I am taking it slower than normal, which makes my mind a bit crazy, but which my body appreciates.  This surgery was, in retrospect, a bit too close to the first one, but it's done and now things can get back on track ... I hope.

I remember wearing uniforms in fifth grade, the one year I had to go to Catholic school.  I think the girls outfits were worse than the boys.  They had these ugly plaid dresses with white blouses, whereas the boys just had navy blue pants and light blue shirts with ties.  Fortunately, the following year we moved and due to the timing I couldn't get into the Catholic school in the new town, so I had to go back to the public school system (Woo-hooo!! No nuns!! ) 

 

P.S.  I love the old photos and wish I had treated some of them better when I was a kid.  I have boxes of them, and treasure them now.  It has been part of my search for my roots that led me to explore genealogy and take up the task of scanning and restoring the old family photos.


With enough people

the unlikely is likely

common rare events


Nice one, Verified!

 

In a strange world, where

the unlikely is likely,

who's to say what's 'News'?

 

 


Nice reply!


Wonderful, wonderful.

Remembrances of things past.

This is all I got:

And I was watching

The West Wing the seventh time

Bartlett is President

 

Issues 'are' the same

Parallel universes

Seem so plausible

 

TV becomes 'real'

When reality just sucks

What is really real?

My Son just called me

Not a bad day, for Sunday

Dad, it's Saturday!

Oh, oh, a mistake

Get the day wrong, its rest home

I was just kidding

hahahahahah

I am lost today

Just like any day, I guess

What is the real date?

Aging can be fun

Just don't speak to anyone

Where am I, really?

I think that I am

In a parallel world

But it seems Okay

the end

hahahahah

That's really all I got!

hahahaha

Except I am dripping from sweat and the computer and TV tells me it is 71 degrees F?

Are you kidding me?


 

Ev'rything explained;

Parallel universes ...

Are you kidding me?!

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I am lost today

without you to guide me, I 

can't make sense of things.

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My life is a mess,

but my imagination

is immaculate.

 

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