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

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     

     

     

    Warmed-over coffee
    fills my mug like an old friend
    who slept on the couch.

     

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    An island sunset,
    the sky aglow with passion …
    here I sit ... alone.

     

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     Know above all things …
    That no-one can rule your thoughts.
    Your Life’s yours to live.

     

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    Dogwood trees in bloom!
    Spring’s celebration of joy
    in Riverside Park.

     

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    Double haiku:

    Tulip bulbs planted
    upside down, still find a way
    to reach the surface.

     

    (I don't mean China,

    Where they hang like chandeliers

    and fall out of beds.)

     

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    Texting' at Starbucks;
    The Algonquin Roundtable
    For witless slackers.

     

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     A chill in the air.
    I go back in my house to
    look for my jacket.

     

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    Boisterous hellos!
    But chats with "friends" will end with
    "promises" to call.

     

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    In the space behind
    the store's sign, a dried-up leaf
    survived the winter.

     

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    tanka haiku:

     

    I spotted a bird.
    Which is not as easy as
    spotting a leopard.

    At least the leopard stood still.
    Birds keep shaking off the paint.

     

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    The overhead pipes
    look like bloated spaghetti.
    ceiling al dente.

     

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    double haiku:

    Old woman shuffles
    Guy with beard argues on phone
    Youngster bounces ball

    Small bird pecks and hops
    Delivery boy parks his bike
    The sidewalk sees all.

     

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    You will have issues
    if you misuse tissues, so ...
    no hanky-panky.

     

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    double haiku:

    Walking and walking
    I feel I can't go on ... Then,
    a field of daisies

    revives my spirits,
    and in the distance, I see
    the goal line ahead.

     

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    tanka haiku:

    The curve of her waist,
    the creases of her smile, the
    wisdom in her thoughts.

    She slowly consumed all his
    waking moments ... then, his dreams

     

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     Before the beguine's
    begun to beguile, betray
    a beignet, okay?

     

    (For my friend Anna, who was in New Orleans last week)

     

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    Eschewing sunsets,
    he loved the subtler hues
    of mid-afternoon.

     

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    And now a word from our passion; AS advocacy ...

     

    Item #1:  On Saturday April 13th, 2013,  Joel Stratte-McClure (a.k.a. "the idiot") will be walking around Manhattan and donating his steps to the "Walk Your A.S. Off" campaign to raise A.S. awareness. Want to join him? He starts at Sunrise, (6:22 AM) on Saturday down at the Bowling Green subway station in Lower Manhattan. You can follow his progress on Twitter and Facebook. Check out his web-site for details:


    http://followtheidiot.com/an-idiot-ic-march-around-manhattan#more-3686

     

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    Item #2:  Thursday, June 13 in New York City at the world famous Comic Strip Live,  I am co-producing "The Best Medicine" a night of Comedy to benefit the Spondylitis Association of America.  Last year, we raised $17,000. for the Spondylitis Association and this year we are hoping to top that.   More details to follow.

     

     

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    Comments

    Outta damn coffee

    I must proceed to the store

    I left the building!

    It is not April

    We have over 13 hours

    Of sunlight this day!

    But the snow abounds

    And so I am confounded

    WHERE IS THE NEW SPRING!

    HA

     


     

     

    Outta Coffee ... D'OH!
    Scrounging through kitchen drawers.
    Looking for tea bags.

    But tea is a sad
    substitute for my Java ...
    I crave Maxwell House.

    And so, resigned, I
    put on pants ... and socks ... and shoes
    and walk to Starbucks.

     


     

     


    HAHAHHAHAHAAH

    You know, I really was out of tea too. hahahahahah

    I found two tea bags in some drawer and boiled it and added it to the last Kool Ade I had and added some old Orange Juice. hahahahah

    I don't know.

    You have me laughing again!

    And that's okay!