MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Sleep will overtake sadness.
I wake without you.
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Zany zinnias,
and petulant petunias
bloom in idiots.
and petulant petunias
bloom in idiots.
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Pope-kus:
Pope? Infallible.
Name? Francis. Which means, of course,
he's perfectly Frank.
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.
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.
I rested under a tree,
my thoughts wandering.
Alas, wandering
thoughts seldom sleep. In fact. they,
often run ahead.
thoughts seldom sleep. In fact. they,
often run ahead.
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Whistle happy tunes
while riding tractors through fields ...
it calms the flowers.
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.
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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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.
- 2833 reads
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