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

 

 
 
Here's this week's heap of haikus:
 
 
 
 
With hearts full of grace,
and souls generating love
we shall overcome.
 
 
 
(Thanks to my friend, Jim W. for the Martin Luther King, Jr. quote that inspired this haiku.)
 
 
 
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In my solitude,
I can reach inside my self
and draw out my thoughts.
 
 
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Humor is a salve
that can heal many wounds and
lift up hearts and souls.
 
 
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 If you own a gun,
you've agreed to a world where
shooting's an option.
 
 
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 A dagger as sharp
as a lover's rebuke has
not, as yet, been made.
 
 
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Just two things matter
in the world; laughter and tears;
So indulge in both.
 
 
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Don't look down on the
simple joys; they remind us
to keep looking up.
 
 
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 Do you feel the world
is here for your amusement,
or you for the world’s?
 
 
 
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Blessed are those that
never got sick, for old age
will be a surprise.
 
 
 
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Cynicism is
easy, Optimism hard.
The sky is still blue.
 
 
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I may meander
through some fields and forests, but
I’ll find my way home.
 
 
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 That broken heart might
not be caused by love. Our hearts
rule many kingdoms.
 
 
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I have gone back home
to find dreams I put away
and search for new hope.
 
 
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tanka haiku: On a cribbage case
once owned by his father, he
found an inscription:

"I have been through war and peace,
and still wish to keep playing."
 
 
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I did not expect
to have to expectorate ...
I don't feel phlegm-ish.

(The only haiku Rembrandt ever wrote ...?)
 
 
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 Do you entertain
thoughts beyond your current 'ken',
or just play 'Barbie?'
 
 
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See, the problem was,
Love for her was sloppy; it
spilled onto others.
 
 
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BusterKeaton-Ku:
 
 
Expressionless face,
dulled eyes, calm demeanor ... What
kind of clown ARE you?
 
 
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You only tease those
for whom you have affection.
Otherwise, you're mean.
 
 
 
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When looking up
Archimedes Palimpsest,
read between the lines.
 
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We wince, we shudder,
we bite our lip. We endure.
Mere pain won’t stop us.
 
 
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P.S.  Two newly revised videos for my "How Many Spondys?" AS Awareness campaign: 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Comments

You are an interesting guy; no doubt about it.

Lost loves. I gave up on lost loves except for the children the love bore! ha

I do not know if this fits in. I wrote it in anticipation? You have me hooked on this damn Asian model. I never 'got' iambic pentameter. hahahah:

 

 

I wish I may, I

Wish I might, at least tonight

Not be so uptight


 

There are many fish

Who survive comfortably

In many waters

 

Be it brine or fresh

The water sustains them all

Survivalists all!


 

Some fish just survive

These strange creatures found a way

To live and to thrive


 

Where is the fairness

In all of this reality?

The flu shall kill some


 

The flu shall kill some

HIV shall kill others

Some die, others live


 

Why I am not dead?

And others more superior

Just lie in their graves?


 

I wonder wonder

Who wrote the book of the dead?

There is no logic


 

Splendid, DD!

 

Can there be fairness

in a world where there is

so much random chance?

 

There are so many

possibilities, perhaps

 it's all a crap shoot.

 

 


Mr. Smith,

I love

If you own a gun

You've agreed to a world where

Shooting's an option.

 

May I use it over on TPM Prime for the discussion?

 


Absolutely.  Thanks, Erica. ;-)


I do not know why but you have me laughing!

Mr. Smith is one of those fellows would ever veto such a request. 

hahahaha

Either would I.

As you see, Mr. Smith agreed.

I have no idea why this got to  me!


I am glad to hear your virtual laughter! 

Sadly, the chat turned out not to include opportunities for haiku.

I must say the Dag approach allows so much more human interaction.

When I have some $$$ I will try to help out too.


This bit; each on each;

Corralling factors to rhyme;

Against what is here.

 


moat, you lost me with this one ... Sorry.  

I'm probably just tired, not being purposely dense. 

Here's my lame attempt at a response. I'll try to do a better one tomorrow:

 

tanka haiku:

Let's shmooze; haikus
refuse rhyme? They'll chime on time,
like a temple bell.

That fell to hell, and will fry
the butterfly that lands well. 


It was too abstruse.

Some thoughts, like dogs kept out back,

wriggle through the gaps.


Now that one, I LOVE!

 

 


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