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

 

 

 

Here's this week's heap of haikus:

 

 

 

Through an iron fence,
I watch autumn leaves fall on
empty park benches.

 


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Softly, the wind blows,
Swirling leaves circle my feet,
Autumn in my thoughts.

 

 

 

 

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Viral video,
The worst moment of your life ...
Our laugh of the day.

 

 

 


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When do hab a code
dere isn’t much do tan do
‘cept sniffle and sneeze.

 

 

 

 

 

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A half a' sandwich
in a plain brown paper bag
can give a child hope.

 

 
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Kind of a slow day,
a day to eat heartily,
it's too slow to fast.

 

 

 

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Baby, it's too cold
to go out without a coat ...
better bundle up

 


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As I drove away,
to start my life anew, I
still thought about you.

 

 


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a haiku septet:

 

Whenever I think
of my friend, Dick and his ducks,
my mind imagines,

a small pond, a bench,
and a quiet afternoon
framed by Autumn leaves.

Dick tosses bread crumbs,
happy ducks quack their thanks and
offer sage advice.

Dick listens, and nods
and whispers some further thoughts
on combing feathers.

The breeze picks up and
Dick soon runs out of bread crumbs,
the old ducks linger

The younger wander
in search of new adventures
the old know their friend,

and like spending time,
together, simply being ...
Dick and ducks ... divine.


(Thanks for all your support over the years, DD!)

 


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The day must leave us ...
we must rest to prepare for
the struggles to come.

 


(Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

 

 

 

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Thanksgiving-kus:

 


And so, we gather
to rejoice and to give thanks
for we are so blessed.

 

Let each turkey slice
and wedge of mom’s pumpkin pie,
demonstrate our thanks.


Mash the potatoes,
baste the turkey, eat some pie,
then take a long nap.

 

 

 

 

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 tanka haiku:

 

 

Yes, you know my heart,
For we are kindred spirits,
Walking the same path.

  But stay wary, my friend, for
  Paths, like lover’s hearts, may turn.

 

 

 

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When you look at Life
from diff’rent angles, points of
view turn upside down.

 

(Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

 

 

 

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A tiny sparrow
is chased by a feisty pup
pulling a young girl.
 

 

 

 


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tanka haiku:

 

My tenth great grand-dad
was at that first thanksgiving ...
I imagine him

saying the turkey was fowl
and the yams needed more salt.

 

 

 

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Maples, elms and oaks
burst with yellow, red and orange;
the forest ablaze!

 

 

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Footprints on the beach ...
When I could not go on, God
drove me in his jeep.

 

 

(Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

 

 

 

 

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There are mysteries
which will never be solved; their
answers lost in time.

 

 

(Found in a box of family photos, this ancestor of mine may remain forever unknown, as all the people who might have been able to identify him have passed away.)

 

 

 

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Dispositions change.
mindsets frequently evolve.
never burn a bridge.

 

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Atop her dresser,
a spray of dried hydrangeas,
elegant decay.

 

 

 

 

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A huge tree limb falls,
In the middle of my yard ...
I see, then I saw.


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As a precaution,
he wrapped his arms around her,
then shared the sad news.

 

 

 

 


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Lunch with an old friend;
laughter at shared history,
tears for tomorrow.

 

 

 

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He once walked three miles
through the wind and pouring rain
just to see her smile.

 

 


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Vows freely given
re-affirm a world of hope
with promises kept.

 

 

 

 


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Dogs that climb fences,
often discover too late,
they've nowhere to go.

 

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A yellow post-it
pasted on the scaffolding ...
"Soft heads need hard hats."

 

 

 


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Most mental issues
are of our own making. We're
lost in our own maze.

 

 

 


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Hey! Stop nudging me!
I'll get up in a minute ...
Hit the snooze alarm.

 

 

 

 

 

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When I'm all alone,
in my mind and in my heart,
you reverberate.

 

 

 

 

 

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A November frost,
withered pumpkins on the vine,
squirrels exhaling steam.

 

 

 


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In the pouring rain,
you give me some plastic which
I wore like a hat.

 

 

 

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Drinking a beer and
playin' the five string banjo
or, at least, trying

 

 

(For my friend and fellow Spondy, Sean Ryder, a scientist, a teacher and a musician.  Sean lives in Worcester, MA and is part of the folk music scene there.  He has a beautiful wife and two great kids.  P.S. Don't tell him, but he is one of my heroes.  Here's an example of his music ... P.P.S.  As far as I know, his musical partner and I are unrelated.   )
 

 

 

 

Nowhere you can hide
no one that doesn't know, you're
living small town blue.


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Finally,

 

 

Don't ever despair,
when things aren't going your way,
Morning will arrive.

 

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I am taking next week off, so a Happy Thanksgiving to all my friends here on Dagblog!!! 

See you in two weeks!!

 

 


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Comments

So I told the ducks

Go south young ducks; it is time

They did not listen

It is the 18th

And a blizzard confounds us

November hits hard

December is here

Well, winter elsewhere it seems

November here rules

Following the snow

With its incredible wind

I hear some dumb ducks

hahahahah

And I told you so

Stupid ducks, I told you so

Quacking doest ensue

Where did this come from?

Quacked one duck to the other

The end is coming

So the ducks don't hear

I warned them so many times

South was the answer

And the end is nigh

So say many idiots

Maybe they are wrong?

 

 


Duck Day, is it? Sometimes you quack me up.


Wonderful,DD!!

 

When the 'idiots'

say the South shall rise again

they'll duck the answer.

 

 


Brick through my window
did cause me to look outside.
No one at the door.


 

Good one, moat!!

 

Brick through my window,
a cat on a hot tin roof,
Life in Tennessee.

 

 


No one at the door ...

And yet I stand, hand on knob,

afraid to turn it.


Lovely, Missy!!

 

No one at the door,
alone for the holidays
lots of left-overs.


Do not turn that knob.
Repair the broken window.
Hard rain gonna fall.


Good one, moat!!

Do not turn that knob,
or fiddle with the settings,
I LIKE it that way!
 


I am getting more Dylan lines in my head that I cannot in good conscience incorporate into a haiku.

" Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough ."

So much for settings.


I stumbled over this and thought you would enjoy this. 


Ha!!  Thanks trkingmomoe!! 

FYI - This song was the one hit from a forgettable 1956 musical called Happy Hunting.   When I was collecting Broadway Original Cast Albums back in the 80's, I had an opportunity to buy this obscure and fairly rare album.  The price, I thought was too high for such a mediocre show.  Eh, but what did I know ...  Its mediocrity probably made it more valuable.  HA!    This song, however, seems to have a life of its own.   .


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