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    An Autumn Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 09/20/2013 - 2:56pm |

     




     
     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:


     


    Autumn at the beach;
    looks like a picture postcard.
    Vibrant hues, cool temps.


    ( Photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo )

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    There are time limits
    to infallibility ...
    Ask Galileo.


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    Autumn arrives with
    colorful foliage and
    orchards to harvest.


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    In a small garden,
    pansies wait patiently for
    roses to be picked.



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    About nursing homes;
    aren't the residents too old,
    not to have been weaned?



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    A cold and wet night.
    To ease the chill in my bones,
    a savory bisque!


    My friend David's respond-ku:

    Soup sipped in the nude?
    A dangerous business, that.
    Risque, risky bisque!


    My Response:


    Naked soup sipping?
    Nude chowder? Not allowed, sir!
    Savor the flavor!


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    Nantucket sand dune
    hides a young couple 'in love'
    from all ... but one dog.


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    Like cows in meadows
    obnoxious taxi drivers
    should never be tipped.



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    A wind-swept plateau,
    where the sky looms large, as in
    a John Ford western.



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    He recalls fondly
    how one rainy afternoon
    they ‘shared’ an awning.


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    I met a rabbit
    one morn, in a dew-y glen;
    we stared warily.


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    Walking through meadows,
    I gaze at distant fences,
    and ask ... what's beyond?



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


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    An over-dose of
    an antidote, will become
    a poison itself.



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


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    Graceful wisps of hair
    frame the courtesan's face as
    she serves me green tea.



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    Those that "plink out" tunes
    are called composers. The rest
    are merely players.


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    What he heard was, "I
    love your harp of healing!" She
    said, You're Hard of Hearing!

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    Hiking down hillsides,
    ground uneven 'neath my feet.
    a new slant on Life.


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    She liked being first.
    Second row at "Guys and Dolls?"
    Adelaide's Lament.


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    Coffee and crullers,
    sitting on the dock, watching
    the boats come and go.



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    In some future world,
    symmetrical shadows would
    still not reveal much.


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    Lazy sunlight drifts,
    through the parted lace curtains,
    of the drawing room.


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    A convent garden ...
    a praying mantis finds no
    Jack-in-the-pulpit.


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    my mom always had,
    gum hidden in her purse, to
    shut me up in church.
     
     
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    Saturday mornings,
    biking to the bakery.
    The smell of fresh bread!

     

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    Comments

    North Texas farm land,

    a small cafe in New York,

    strip steaks on the grill.

         And there is a wishing well

         smiling through the night. 

     

    Not at  all sure about this. Maybe futile wish to be two places at once. I dunno.

     

     


    by Oxy Mora on Fri, 09/20/2013 - 11:32pm

    Oxy, I think you've invented a new haiku form; 5-7-5-7-5, or maybe it's just new to me.  I do like the thought though.  Isn't that a Firesign Theater title? ... "How can you be in two places at once when you're not anywhere at all"   ;-)

     


    Get minute steaks at

    a small cafe in New York,

    and try to ketchup.

     

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    Apologies to Rodgers and Hart-ku:


    There's a small hotel
    with a wishing well, I wish ...
    room service would come.

     

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    Smiling through the night,

    laughing through the live-long day;

    Anti-depressants.

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 09/20/2013 - 11:47pm

    Thanks.

    Thought that was the form.  My bad.

    Anti-depressants---good one.

     


    by Oxy Mora on Sat, 09/21/2013 - 1:10am

    It was yesterday

    I saw leaves strewn on the ground

    And for the first time

     

    And for the first time

    I was reminded of fall

    I knew it was nigh

     

    The fall is coming

    I look out my window now

    The deadest tree bare

     

    At eight it was cold

    I had to shut the windows

    No heat till later

     

    October one's nigh

    Then they turn on the heaters

    I am facing cold

     

    With no fireplace

    I have no real choice in this

    The powers decide it

     

    But I have clothing

    And I just bundle it up

    And I face the cold

     

    I think fourteen days

    And I will see a wonder

    The leaves will glower

     

    It will soon be warm

    And I soon will open windows

    And I steal more heat

    (from the landlord, ha)

     

    I would not be free

    At equatorial parts

    To play with the heat

     

    Twelve hours of sun

    And twelve hours of darkness

    All would be the same

     

    I will celebrate

    The change as long as I live

    Who desires the same?

     

    Why is it called 'fall'?

    Because apples fall off trees?

    Or is doomsday nigh?

    The end

     

     


    by Richard Day on Sat, 09/21/2013 - 4:26pm

    Splendid, DD, as always.

     

    In late September

    night-time temps fall.  I bang on

    the radiator.

     

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    There was an old "Peanuts" comic strip that went something like this:

    Lucy:  Spring is coming.

    Charlie Brown:  He is?

    Lucy: Not he is, IT is.

    Charlie Brown: It is what?

    Lucy: It is coming.

    Charlie Brown: What is coming?

    Lucy: Spring is coming.

    Charlie Brown: He is?

     

    So, when I hear Fall is coming, my first thought is, "He is?"   ;-)

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    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 09/21/2013 - 5:27pm

    Sad when summer ends

    But then the autumn comes, and

    Apples, Pumpkins, Leaves


    by Bruce Levine on Sat, 09/21/2013 - 6:22pm

    Nice one, bslev!

     

    Sad when Summer ends,
    and the school year starts anew
    said no mom ever.

     

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    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 09/21/2013 - 9:53pm

    Oh who cares but...

    One place where I resided with my kin when I was 4? had radiators.

    When we made too much noise some neighbor or most probably a landlord would bang on the goddamn radiator.

    hahahahahahah

    My father would get angry and bang back; before he told us to quiet down. hahahahah


    by Richard Day on Sat, 09/21/2013 - 11:47pm

    Summer is Eden,

    Fall, an eviction notice,

    Winter, the Sheriff.


    by moat on Sat, 09/21/2013 - 6:17pm

    Good one, moat!

     

    Mother Nature sends

    an eviction notice and

    the foliage leaves.

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 09/21/2013 - 11:26pm

    Here's one I thought of this weekend watching acorns.

     

    Down comes in a rush;
    While up, it must be said, is
    Something of a grind.

     


    by erica20 on Mon, 09/23/2013 - 11:29am

    Excellent, Erica!

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    Down comes in a rush

    of feathers, soft and fine, to

    comfort her better.

     

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    One of Life's perks is,

    no matter how you slice it,

    Coffee must be ground.


    by MrSmith1 on Mon, 09/23/2013 - 12:04pm

    Ha ha!

    Whenever I think

    I've got the piano down,

    That Smith tunes it up!


    by erica20 on Mon, 09/23/2013 - 12:47pm

     

    All the world's problems

    Are completely forgotten

    whenever I think.
     

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    by MrSmith1 on Mon, 09/23/2013 - 1:18pm

    I don't like downers

    except in a pillow, crap,

    the dumb thing's depressed.


    by Oxy Mora on Mon, 09/23/2013 - 1:29pm

     

    What did JFK
    tell Bobby about the Blonde?
    "The dumb thing's depressed."

     

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    by MrSmith1 on Mon, 09/23/2013 - 4:36pm

    A classic, Smith.


    by Oxy Mora on Mon, 09/23/2013 - 4:49pm

    Thanks for the set-up.  ;-)


    by MrSmith1 on Mon, 09/23/2013 - 5:02pm

    One mortal body,

    This one here and no other:

    My ride till its done.

     

    Leaves cover the tracks.

    The forest looks all the same.

    Snow slips off of limbs.


    by moat on Thu, 09/26/2013 - 9:55pm

    Excellent, moat!

     

     

    One mortal body

    and one immortal soul merge;

    Grab your pants, let's go!

     

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    Leaves cover the tracks,

    locomotives used to chug

    through this little town.

     

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    Snow slips off of limbs,

    as the temper'ture rises.

    Beauty turns to slush.

     

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    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 09/27/2013 - 7:43am