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

     


     



    Here's this week's heap of haikus:


     

     

    A Times Square haiku quintet: 

     

    The statue of George M. Cohan in Times Square before the glut overwhelmed it.


    Riding through Times Square
    greatly saddens me. Have we
    lost all perspective?

     

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    Times Square's totally
    out of proportion.  People
    are overwhelmed.

     

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    Buildings now loom like
    sideways Towers of Babel.
    invading ALL space.

     

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    George M. Cohan hides
    'neath construction scaffolds. "The
    Palace" under seige.


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    Alas, just one word

    can describe this venue now;

    Abomination.

     

     


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    Pies on windowsills
    send aromas wafting through
    the nearby schoolyard.
     

     


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    On her front porch swing,
    she would often be courted,
    by the boy next door.
     

     


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    fog floats o'er the field,
    dew forms on the split rail fence.
    A fresh new morning.

     


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    We hope for rainbows
    to sweep across the sky when
    the storm has ended.
     

     


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    May each day dawn with
    no regrets for yesterday,
    nor phone calls to make.
     

     


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    double haiku:


    In the barber’s chairs,
    boys squirm and fidget … while their
    dads peruse Playboys.
     
    O'er the clippers buzz,
    old guys argue politics …
    kids suck lollipops.

     

     


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    On a dock in Maine,
    he watched as the lobsters were
    removed from their traps.
     

     

     
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    Hampered by the rain,
    we still managed to play a
    full set of tennis.
     

     


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    Finding peace-makers
    is never as easy as
    finding warriors.

     



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    A leaf-less tree frames
    a lonely farm-house in the
    middle of nowhere.

     



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    What if we’re all cogs
    in a huge, complex machine,
    just needing to mesh?

     

     


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    The fabric of Life;
    From order to chaos, we
    slowly unravel.
     

     

     


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    His pulse would quicken
    each time she entered the room.
    Not love.  She brought beer.

     
     

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    Thoughts, planted wisely,
    blossom in reluctant minds,
    when the time is right.

     

     


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    Deer in the headlights!
    Brakes slam!  Tires squeal!   Seat belts grab!
    Adrenaline rush!

     


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    Children whispering,
    conspiratorial glee …
    Parents … be wary.

     

     


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    The shade of an elm,
    passes through my small garden,
    as dusk approaches.
     

     


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    Edges of my path
    have frayed, for I've not always
    kept within the lines.

     

     


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    If you syncopate
    a fascinatin’ rhythm,
    will you strike a chord?

     

     

     

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    As the clouds disperse
    Stars twinkle in the night sky
    My heart leads me home.

     

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    Then, without warning,
    trucks collide on the corner
    Police cars converge.

     

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    A stone partition
    does not stop my neighbor’s dog
    from barking at me.

     

     

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    The look in her eyes
    was enough to melt his heart …
    and his tupperware.

     

     


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    Walking through meadows
    just before sunrise, is worth
    some wet trouser cuffs.

     


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    Strolling through the park,
    I start to feel once again,
    imbued by nature.

     

     
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    tanka haiku:

    Ev’ry circumstance
    is an opportunity
    to learn and to grow.

    Do not shrink in fear, step up
    to the plate and swing away!
     


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    double haiku:
     
    The screen door slams shut.
    An angry young man runs to
    his car and ‘peels out.’

    A young girl watches
    from the window and prays that
    her sadness will end.

     


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    Remember; Thousands
    of things will go RIGHT for you,
    ev’ry single day.
     


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    There is a structure
    to all things, and a context
    to fence it all in.
     


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    Comments

    What seems most given;

    the experience of time;

    is least understood.

     

    Disappointed look:

    Envelope and its letter;

    The glove and the slap.


    I like these two a lot, moat!

     

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    What's more confusing

    re: experiencing time?

    Watched pots DO boil.

     

     

     


    Neon boils over.

    Forty Second Street is blue.

    Feet stamp down the past.


    Blazing neon lights

    blind us to the clutter of

    the architecture.


    May I use your "fabric of life" in my quilt signature block.   


    Oh absolutely, trkingmomoe..  I would be honored. 


    I hope Richard is OK.  It is not like him not to be around with a long rant on the current court rulings. I know he was having computer trouble. 


    I hope so too, trkingmomoe.    (Sorry, I missed this comment until just now.)   

    We need our daily dose of DD!   ;-)


    I like it when he get his attorney blood flowing. I think that is when he is the funniest.