MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE by Michael Wolraich Order today at Barnes & Noble / Amazon / Books-A-Million / Bookshop |
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.
---
Rain-splattered windshield.
mono-chromatic Seurat;
dappled drops on glass.
---
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.)
---
When do hab a code
dere isn't much do tan do
'cept sniffle and sneeze.
----
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.
---
A gigg’ling toddler,
plays ‘soccer’ on the sidewalk,
with his patient dad.
---
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.
---
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.
---
The theater went dark;
then flickering images,
danced upon the screen.
---
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.
---
In a hiding place,
behind some old wainscoting;
Grandma's diary.
---
Won't you dance with me?
Come on, we'll shake the rafters
with joyful movements
---
A pile of raked leaves
in my front yard. Should we jump?
What kid can resist?
---
In a small garden,
asters wait patiently for
roses to be picked.
---
Comes the debacle,
will you hunker down, flee or
stand and be counted?
---
Billowing sails and
angry, white-capped waves belied
pink skies at ebb tide.
---.
About nursing homes;
Aren't the residents too old,
not to have been weaned?
---
When you're feeling lost,
be brave, but don't hesitate
to ask for some help.
---
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.
---
In their living room,
a conversation started
in jest, ends sadly.
---
Lazy sunlight drifts,
through the parted lace curtains,
of the drawing room.
---
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.
by trkingmomoe on Sat, 11/23/2013 - 3:42am
Thanks trkingmomoe. Happy Thanksgiving.
by MrSmith1 on Sat, 11/23/2013 - 10:33pm
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.
by moat on Sat, 11/23/2013 - 7:11pm
That's a lovely one, moat. Happy Thanksgiving.
The moon changes shape,
'cuz the earth goes 'round the sun ...
I just eat too much.
---
When I am empty
I need to fill me up. I
abhor vacuums too..
by MrSmith1 on Sat, 11/23/2013 - 10:42pm
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
by Richard Day on Sun, 11/24/2013 - 3:39pm
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,
---
a young man once took
an angel down the block and
let her spread her ... wings.
by MrSmith1 on Sun, 11/24/2013 - 4:35pm