The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    Filibuster-Free Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     

    Double tanka haiku:

    Social Studies class;
    the Principal came in, took
    the teacher aside.

    They spoke for a moment, then
    the class was told what happened.


    Assassination;
    the President was dead and
    we'd go home early.

    'mldst confusion and sorrow,
    I thought about Vaughn Meader.

     

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    Rain-splattered windshield.
    mono-chromatic Seurat;
    dappled drops on glass.


     

     

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    There are mysteries
    which may never be solved; their
    answers lost in time.


    (Found in a box of family photos, this ancestor of mine may remain forever unknown, as all the people who might have been able to identify him have passed away.)

     

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    When do hab a code
    dere isn't much do tan do
    'cept sniffle and sneeze.


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    Do not expect an
    elephant to understand
    a hummingbird's fears.


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    Flying through the air
    should be avoided by both
    dentures and toupees.


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    Alone at Midnight,
    I walk through old neighborhoods,
    Searching for past lives.


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    A gigg’ling toddler,
    plays ‘soccer’ on the sidewalk,
    with his patient dad.


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    Hidden 'neath his bed,
    is a shirt that she once wore,
    And still does ( in dreams. )


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    Windows to our souls,
    eyes may behold the world, but
    minds create vision.


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    tanka haiku:

    All one ever knows,
    Is what they’ve experienced,
    Or taken on faith.

      But, like silt in riverbeds,
      Both can muddy the water.


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    In a wooden box,
    hidden in her portmanteau,
    Was poor Portman’s toe.


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    tanka haiku:

    Yes, you know my heart,
    For we are kindred spirits,
    Walking the same path.

      But stay wary, my friend, for
      Paths, like lover’s hearts, may turn.



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    at the girl's front door,
    he stammers and hesitates ...
    ... then begs for a kiss.



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    The theater went dark;
    then flickering images,
    danced upon the screen.



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    Without warning, two
    Trucks collide near the corner,
    Police cars converge.


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    When-I-was-a-kid-ku:

    Saturday mornings
    I rushed to the bakery
    to smell the fresh bread.


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    When you call your love,
    Do not buzz nor beckon them ...
    sweetly sing their name.



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    In a hiding place,
    behind some old wainscoting;
    Grandma's diary.


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    Won't you dance with me?
    Come on, we'll shake the rafters
    with joyful movements


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    A pile of raked leaves
    in my front yard. Should we jump?
    What kid can resist?



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    In a small garden,
    asters wait patiently for
    roses to be picked.



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


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    Billowing sails and
    angry, white-capped waves belied
    pink skies at ebb tide.


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    About nursing homes;
    Aren't the residents too old,
    not to have been weaned?


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    When you're feeling lost,
    be brave, but don't hesitate
    to ask for some help.


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    As the years went by,
    he could not forget her eyes;
    they saw to his soul.


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    A fashion mash-up:
    Paisleys, polka dots, Stripes, plaids
    and some argyle socks.


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    In their living room,
    a conversation started
    in jest, ends sadly.


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    Lazy sunlight drifts,
    through the parted lace curtains,
    of the drawing room.


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    In a quiet room.
    a book lies open on a
    mahogany desk.


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    Mournful elegies
    echoed through the cathedral ...
    loved ones laid to rest.


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    Comments

    Always a joy to read. You have a nice Thanksgiving. 


    Thanks trkingmomoe.   Happy Thanksgiving.


    I particularly like the "when you call your love" one. I guess I am a kid.

     

    When I am empty,

    I see when others are full.

    The moon changes shape.


    That's a lovely one, moat.   Happy Thanksgiving.

     

    The moon changes shape,

    'cuz the earth goes 'round the sun ...

    I just eat too much.

     

     

    laugh

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    When I am empty
    I need to fill me up.  I
    abhor vacuums too.. 

     

     


    As good as it gets

    Ends with bakery odors

    And a sense of loss

     

    This mental reject

    Takes this angel down the block

    This Nicholson is nuts

     

    I hunt for Helens

    But so did Paris et al

    It all ends in war

     

    My hunt ended well

    I found a daughter and son

    So all ended well

     

    But what has this all

    To do with some bakery?

    Well it's all I got

     

     


    Nicely done, DD.  Thanks.  Have a Happy Thanksgiving.

     

    The end's all you've got?

    That means you're either done, or

    facing the wrong way,

     

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    a young man once took

    an angel down the block and

    let her spread her ... wings.