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    A Concise Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 03/01/2013 - 1:22pm |

     

     
    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     
     
     
     
    These moments frozen
    60 years before my birth,
    make me nostalgic.
     
     
    (My maternal great-grandmother, Agnes Kelly.  In the early 1890's, she lived about 4 blocks from where I currently work in the East Village.)
     
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    (Thanks to a Guy called Lulu for the link to this article.)
     
     
     
     
    Double haiku:
     
    Haikus are concise.
    They sketch scenarios from
    a few syllables.

    A novel, on the
    other hand, is expansive
    and may bloviate.
     
     
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    Resolve by any
    other name is stubbornness.
    Of that, I'm guilty.
     
     
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    Harmonizing with
    his mates kept the mood bright and
    his life in accord.
     
     
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    Mad dogs and English
    muffins can get badly burnt
    by mid-day Sunbeams.
     
     
     
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    I remain in awe
    of the lives that have touched mine.
    Each brought a lesson.
     
     
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    In a storefront church,
    a young girl began to sing,
    and the angels wept.
     
     
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    He was mesmerized
    by her height, her beauty and
    how sweetly she laughed.
     
     
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    Where do you get off?
    I mean seriously, where?
    The corner okay?
     
     
     
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    A slice of apple,
    a wedge of sharp cheddar cheese,
    And a well-worn book.
     
     
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    Despite commitments
    and their vows of devotion,
    Love had other plans.
     
     
     
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    Nantucket sand dunes,
    hide a young couple in love,
    From all ... 'cept one dog.
     
     
     
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    Deep in the forest,
    patches of stippled sunlight,
    warm a leaf-strewn trail.
     
     
     
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    We search for meaning,
    but as we wander through Life,
    fog envelops us.
     
     
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    Though his tea was brisk,
    his manner was quite brusque, so
    She served him some bisque.
     
     
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    Scouts on camping trips,
    Lovers caught in passion's throes,
    Neither needs matches.
     
     
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    A freeze-framed moment;
    He sees, for the first time, his
    daughter all grown up.
     
     
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    The glow of the moon,
    Illuminates the stillness,
    Of country meadows.
     
     
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    Sunday; Wear sweatshirt,
    Nurse a big mug of coffee,
    and read the Funnies.
     
     
     
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    Do you spend your days
    mopping up calamities?
    or creating them?
     
     
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    Will you ever wake?
    Or will you dream forever?
    Will you ever know?
     
     
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    Pairs of well-worn shoes
    indicate unsatisfied
    curiosity.
     
     
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    Catastrophic muck,
    Mercury's in retrograde ...
    Cosmic forces  ... arrggghhh!
     
     
     
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    The 'Art of Sitting'
    begins with a screwdriver
    and some plans in French.
     
     
    My friend David's response:
     
    Tangential-Respond-Ku:
     
    There's nothing so bad
    that having some chicken soup
    won't make it better.
     
     
    My respond-ku-ka-doodle-do:
     
    Unless, of course, one
    is suffering from a bad
    chicken allergy.
     
     
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    My Siamese cat
    sits at the window, and stares
    at distant mountains.
     
     
     
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    tanka haiku: Where there is no path,
    I will make one. Where no-one
    knows, I will explain.

    One step begins the journey.
    This journey will reach the moon.
     
     
     
     
    The "Walk Your AS Off" campaign begins today. 
    For more info:  www.WalkYourASOff.com
     
     
     

    Comments

    mountain and mole hill,

    a comic topography

    played by two sore feet.

     

     


    by moat on Tue, 03/05/2013 - 10:04pm

     

    hahaha Good one, moat! 

     

    Up hills and down dales, 
    my mind maps new vistas, with
    aid from two sore feet.

     

     


     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Wed, 03/06/2013 - 9:50am