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    Another Late Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 03/15/2013 - 2:54pm |

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     
     
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    Waiting for sunrise,
    hoping for a brand new day,
    I think about toast.
     
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     Underneath an arch
    on the Ides of March, Caesar's
    toga needs more starch.
     
     
     
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    tanka haiku:
     
    Small dogs are barking,
    the TV in the bedroom
    says the market's up.

    The sun has still not risen
    as we are saving daylight.
     
     
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    Mysteries may end,
    questions aren't always answered,
    the moon hides in clouds.
     
     
     
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    A journey of joy,
    may travel through darkness, but
    still will shine its light.
     
     
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    Fitful nights will pass.
    Sleep will overtake sadness.
    I wake without you.
     
     
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     Zany zinnias,
    and petulant petunias
    bloom in idiots.
     
     
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    Pope-kus:
     
     
    Pope? Infallible.
    Name? Francis. Which means, of course,
    he's perfectly Frank.
     
     
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    Infallible/inflatable-ku:

     

    Inflatable popes?
    That's a sick thought, and leads to
    blowing altar boys.

    We don't want that kind of lapse
    found in any church's apse.

     

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    Holy See, please "Do."
    Francis the talking mullah,
    would be a bad joke.

      

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    Hester and Lester
    let the Sequester, fester
    from yesterday's wounds.
     
     
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    Double haiku:
     
    My walk tired me,
    I rested under a tree,
    my thoughts wandering.
     
     
    Alas, wandering
    thoughts seldom sleep. In fact. they,
    often run ahead.
     
     
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    Down a garden path,
    that leads to a wooden bench,
    I find solitude.

     

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    Comes the debacle,
    will you hunker down or flee?
    Stand and be counted!

     
     
     
     
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    Whistle happy tunes
    while riding tractors through fields ...
    it calms the flowers.
     
     
     
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    A willow longs for,
    A brook over which to weep,
    The brook loves the tears.
     
     
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    They are determined,
    small, yellow dandelions,
    that push through sidewalks.
     
     
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    Troubles never last;

    like cream poured into coffee,

    they'll soon swirl away.

     

     

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    tanka kindergarten-ku: 
     
    She grabbed some paper,
    opened up her crayon box,
    and began to draw ...
       
    scribbling wildly,  in 
    huge letters, she signed her name.
     
     
     
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    After the rainstorm,
    the park looked so lush and green
    he wished for his youth.

     

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    I recall  fondly
    how one rainy afternoon
    we 'shared' an awning.

     

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    A little short this week.  Sorry 'bout that.  I'll try to make up for it next week. 

     

     

     

    Comments

    You know when I was wee small, I recall being lifted.

    It was magical.

    I would be just lifted and put in someplace. That was frequently experienced.

    I was eating breakfast and minding my own business (I was probably 3) and I found myself in front of a TV with some plastic in front of me and a bunch of paints.

    And here was the would-be PBS lady in front of me demonstrating the art of finger painting.

    Things are magical when you are little.

    I cannot even remember the tv teacher's name right now.

    A frompy woman who was there to give me instructions!

    It was a one time thing. Never happened again.

    Crayons are fun.

    I might get some this week.

    What is to lose?


    by Richard Day on Fri, 03/15/2013 - 7:06pm

    When I was little, I got in trouble for using my crayons to draw along with Winky-Dink without putting the 'magic screen' on the TV ... Crayons are fun.  Which reminds me of a "Straight Dope" column a number of years ago, explaining how crayons work.


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 03/15/2013 - 9:29pm

    I liked Romper Room--the teacher was purdy, and, more importantly, she had a magic mirror with which she could see us all at home, through the TV. (Wikipedia has her incantation for us forgetful old people: "Romper, bomper, stomper boo. Tell me, tell me, tell me, do. Magic Mirror, tell me today, have all my friends had fun at play?")


    by artappraiser on Fri, 03/15/2013 - 11:10pm

    My very first TV teacher was a kindly older woman named Miss Frances on Ding-Dong School.  Jeez, that really dates me, doesn't it?    


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 03/15/2013 - 11:59pm

    THAT'S IT!!!!

    Yeah, Ding Dong School!

    Holy Crap?!


    by Richard Day on Sat, 03/16/2013 - 12:43am

    The local kids program here for decades was The Popeye Club hosted by Officer Don with a sidekick puppet dragon name Orvil.  Amazing how the things you watch as a kid can be recalled so vividly.  Like when Wayne Knight (Seinfeld's Newman) was a recurring character on 3rd Rock.  He played Sally's cop boyfriend named Officer Don Orville.  I figure it was more than coincidence because Knight grew up around here and both Officer Dons dressed the same.

    I remember wondering how many other people got the joke.

     


    by EmmaZahn on Sun, 03/17/2013 - 4:53am

    I did not get the joke.

    BUT I DO NOW.

    hahahaha


    by Richard Day on Sun, 03/17/2013 - 8:54pm

    Captain Kangaroo,

    Mister Green-jean's blue suede shoes;

    It is all a blur.

    Gilligan ignores Ginger.

    Does Mary Ann like Science?

     


    by moat on Sun, 03/17/2013 - 5:58pm

    Oh I recall Mr. Greenjeans. hahahahah

    I was too damn old for Gilligan.

    It just did not work for me.

    But the Many Lives of Doby Gillis....Now there you have a memory!


    by Richard Day on Sun, 03/17/2013 - 8:58pm

     

    Dobie Gillis-ku:

    Maynard had two joys;
    Dizzy and knocking down the 
    Endicott Building.


    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 03/17/2013 - 9:24pm

    Ha, good one, moat!

     

    Route 66 to
    The Streets of San Francisco;
    My Mother, The Car.


    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 03/17/2013 - 9:21pm