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

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 09/21/2012 - 12:23pm |

     

     
    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     
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    Quiet fluttering,
    pirouetting in mid-air ...
    butterfly's ballet.
     
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    Will you find a place
    to rest your weary soul, and
    applaud your journey?
     
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     In a hula shirt,
    he whistles on the boardwalk,
    strolling to the beach.
     
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     I wish for your love,
    I hope for your approval.
    I can give no more.
     
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     How her heart would ache
    in the middle of the night ...
    and be healed by dawn.
     
     
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    As he sat and thought
    of his impact on the world,
    a spider bit him.
     
     
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    Double haiku:   Some towns seem like home.
    I so love to wander through
    their old neighborhoods.
     
     London was like that.
    I felt I'd been there before,
    and knew my way 'round.
     
     
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    Janie is perplexed.
    Grandma wears toilet water,
    But she still smells good.
     
     
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    tanka haiku: Lives he impacted,
    and loves he attracted, were
    seldom protracted.

    He loved and he knew them, and
    then he would screw them. The End.
     
     
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     In his loneliness,
    watching as the world goes by,
    he re-thinks choices.
     
     
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     Mary had a lamb,
    And little though it was, it
    began stalking her.
     
     
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    Those that sit and yearn,
    Don't taste the fruit of life, they
    merely chew the rind.
     
     
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     Fridays after work,
    She'd really let her hair down,
    And would dance till dawn.
     
     
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    (A haiku back-and-forth with my best friend and fellow haiku-writer, David. David's haikus are in bold italics.)
     
     
    Windows to our souls,
    Eyes may behold the world, but
    Minds create vision.
     
     
    Respond-ku:
     
    No wonder they say,
    to be in another's mind
    will make you crazy.
     
     
    Respond-ku 2:
     
    But who is this "they",
    that are always saying things?
    THEY'LL make you crazy.
     
    Respond-ku3:
     
    As sure as I'm dead,
    and struggling to be alive,
    "They" are ALWAYS right.
     
    Respond-ku4:
     
    Ah, but dead's easy...
    (at least that's what they say) ... it's
    comedy that's hard.
     
     
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    If we just pretend,
    Life's filled with happy times, we'd
    never light candles.
     
     
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     Saw a sign today,
    That said 'Stand Up MRIs' ...
    Comedy x-rays?
     
     
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    petal-less daisies
    sway in the wind plucked nude by
    some heartless children.
     
     
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    If you've loved and lost,
    You know hearts will never heal,
    'til they love again.
     
     
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    a 09-17-12 tanka haiku:
     
    A date which will live
    in toast-dom. Romney insults
    half of the country.

    Half the country's lazy bums?
    Ayn Rand has rotted his brain.
     
     
     
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    A plate of oysters,
    a platter of popcorn shrimp
    and slices of lemon.
     
     
     
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    Spent R & R with
    M & Ms ... called EMS
    to go to ER ...
     
     
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    I'll be loving you
    as long as Love's an option ...
    After that, who knows?
     
     
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    tanka haiku:  Farm clocks sick from ticks ...
    Toxic ticks mean docs with "tricks" ...
    So sick hicks nix ticks.

    Country clocks now only tock.
    Which is, in fact, quite a shock.
     
     
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    bonus poem what I just made up:

    "Perspective"

    If Eva Longoria
    took the Andrea Doria
    to visit Astoria,

    Well, that wouldn't be groovy.
     
    But ... If in a panic,
    she took the Titanic
    and sank in the Atlantic ...
     
    That would make a great movie.
     
     
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    bonus poem #2:
     
     
    I've never seen a bike with petals,
    I hope to never hide one    ,
    but if a bike like that exists,
    I'd rather hide than ride one.
     
     
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    Comments

    Quiet fluttering,
    pirouetting in mid-air ...
    butterfly's ballet.

    A yellow dancer

    On a Summer garden stage

    Always steals the show


    by wabby on Sat, 09/22/2012 - 8:20am

    Beautiful photo and wonderful haiku! Thank you, flowerchild!

    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 09/22/2012 - 11:30am

    Your photo made me think of this one, taken by my friend Kristina in California.  She prowls around the flower farms with a macro lens on her camera so she can take shots like this one...


    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 09/22/2012 - 11:46am

    Gorgeous!


    by wabby on Sat, 09/22/2012 - 12:15pm