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

 

 
Here's this week's heap of haikus:
 
 
 
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They were delicate
negotiations, therefore
doilies were exchanged.
 
 
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Swimming with the tide
may take you into oceans
of profound regret.
 
 
 
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March to diff'rent drums,
waltz to other violins,
but by all means, move ...
 
 
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 Ultimately, what
reveals your soul, is whether
or not you can laugh.
 
 
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Do not focus on
the silliness of youth, but
how you overcame it.
 
 
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A wilted flower's
not a metaphor for your
Life, it's a warning.

When you remove yourself from
what nurtures you, life's over.
 
 
Bonus companion poem: 
 
When you wilt upon a table,
you won't blossom, you're not able.
Try to flower and you'll find
your roots have all been left behind.
 
 
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 Geisha on a bridge,
watches the swans, then hurries
off to serve the tea.
 
 
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 His toy soldiers were
lying in the lawn; battle
called due to bedtime.
 
 
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 tanka haiku:

Ahh, perchance to dream,
and in such dreams do young men
wrestle with their world.


For fortune's a tricky thing;
destiny a mystery.
 
 
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 Near a coral reef,
they snorkled with some friends
they met at the spa.
 
 
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 Purgatory? The
hell of it is, you can't get
heavenly coffee.
 
 
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Pandora's box ... The
world's ills once resided there ...
now, what's left is hope.
 
 
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Take off your pants, then
eat a tomato sandwich ...
happiness ensues.
 
(Inspired by my friend from Portland and fellow Spondy, Felicia Campbell.)
 
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My wishes for you:
Your quest never ends, and your
heart ever widens.

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On rainy mornings,
I sip coffee and I read ...
the dog nuzzles me. 
 
 
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Aggravating man.
Infuriating woman.
Nice couple though.
 
 
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She was of good faith
and did all of the right things,
still, she felt empty.
 
 
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In their lonely rooms,
writers peck their keyboards, 'til 
inspiration strikes!
 
 
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Somewhere in the deep
recesses of my brain sleep
forgotten haikus.
 
 
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Siamese twins are
conjoined. Why are Siamese
kittens just confused?
 
 
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We reap what we sow,
sew what we rip, and never
Mark Twain shall we meet.
 
 
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NEXT THURSDAY in NYC!!

 
 
 
 

Comments

I got 5 inches of rain on Thursday from the tropical storm.  It should keep you wet for the weekend.


I was logged out when my back was turned.  I hope you are feeling better.


 

Five inches of rain;

enough for Noah to say,

"Riiiight. What's a cubit?"

 

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To be logged out when

your back's turned, should require

an act of Congress.

 

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I'm walking the path

I guess it was just last year

It was full of rain

 

That is, the rain rained

And I found baby turtles

running the wrong way

 

Oh, I could not stop

I could not ignore the per'l

I turned them around

 

And they found the pond

 

I have no idea what this means.

hahahahah

I hope you are well!


Oh I forgot Mr. Smith.

I have this pet squirrel.

For years this fat squirrel would appear at my window.

I think someone at least a floor above me would drop snacks on her sill that would eventually fall onto my sill. haahahahah

This current squirrel is skinny and I assume represents some other generation; generated from fatso. haahahahah

Anyway, I began putting crumbs (old bread and crackers) onto my sill and my new friend shows up once a week.

He plagues me until I sneak something under the screen. hahahahaha

I don't know.

How does one relate to a pet squirrel?

the end


When I lived on Long Island, we had a neighbor that had a squirrel that used to come right up to her front door. She would open her door every morning and feed it and the squirrel seemed quite tame.   Of course, the neighbor's dachshund would always go nuts when the woman fed the squirrel, and would continue to bark until the squirrel disappeared back up the nearest tree.   
 

Q:  How do you relate to a pet squirrel?  

A:  Tell it acorn-y joke.

 

 

 


 

A thousand years from
now, scientists will pinpoint
your actions as what

reversed all evolution 
and kept turtles in their shells.

 

(Just kidding!)


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