MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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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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Saturday mornings,
biking to the bakery.
biking to the bakery.
The smell of fresh bread!
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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