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    A Fine Feathered Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 08/09/2013 - 12:27pm |

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     

    She silently stalks,
    my lilac point Siamese ...
    pouncing on dust balls.
     
     
    ---
     
     
     If you have a job
    with no time parameters,
    you must be shiftless.
     
     
    ---
     
     
    Half opened window ...
    A world on each side ... Do you
    look in or stare out?
     
     
    ---
     
     
    tanka haiku:
     
    Sweltering.  Sweat swarmed ..
    which led to some swaying ... She
    stopped sweeping and swooned ...
     
    Which lead to swearing ... Someone
    suggested she switch sweet'ners.
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
    He went tree to tree
    in search of fallen apples.
    Nature denied him.
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
     Walking through meadows
    just before sunrise, is worth
    some wet trouser cuffs.
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
    Remember, when you're
    tall in the saddle, your feet
    are not on the ground.
     
     
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     Blessed are those that
    never got sick, for old age
    will be a surprise.
     
     
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     When I'm all alone,
    in my heart and in my mind,
    you reverberate.
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
    A-True-Story double haiku:

    The out-of-towner
    asked the bagel store worker,
    "What's the softest one?"

    To which the worker,
    replied, "The softest bagel  ...
    would be a croissant."
     
     
    ---
     
     
    She leaned and whispered,
    'I will never forget you' ...
    But, by Noon, she had.
     

     
    ---
     
     
     
     Dee's calico cat
    has all sorts of adventures
    while Dee is at work.
     
     
    ---
     
     
    Double haiku: In a sleepy town,
    off the beaten path, lived a
    man who knew nothing.

    He was fed by cows,
    carried by horses and was
    quite a happy soul.
     
     
    Respond-ku by my friend, David:
     
    I think I once knew
    that man who knew nothing. Hmmm.
    Was his name Buddha?
     
     
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    Sometimes an echo
    from a life you left behind,
    catches up to you.
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
    When you search for God,
    don't forget to close your eyes,
    He hides in our hearts.
     
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
    Her withering glance
    told him he'd said too much ... and
    he'll sleep on the couch.
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
    Actor heard praying
    while crossing Shubert Alley;
    "God, the first act sucks."
     
     
    ---
     
     
    In the church steeple,
    an owl will soon come to know
    for Who(m) the bell tolls.
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
    tanka haiku: Perusing the hall,
    he picked out a girl and tried
    to make eye contact.
     
      She acted very shy, and
      so ... slowly ... drew him to her.
     
     
    ---
     
     
    tanka haiku: On a maple tree
    near the edge of our yard, I
    carved my initials.

    So young and foolish ... I thought
    it would make me immortal.
     
     
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    Noises in the hall;
    My neighbor drops their keys, then
    curses their fingers.
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
    Sometimes, the truth hurts.
    Of course, truth be known, lying
    can hurt just as much.
     
     
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    Something-I-saw-today-ku:

    An old woman with
    green hair ... how is it her youth
    never acquiesced?
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
     The old neighborhood
    has changed. But don't complain. You're
    not the same either.
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
     A man on a bike
    carelessly rides through the park
    wearing suspenders.
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
     In the morning light,
    a sailboat on the Hudson,
    moves as in a dream.
     
     
    ---
     
     
     He no longer cared
    for the pastimes of his youth ...
    his tastes had 'matured.'
     
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
    Behind the spice rack
    in mom's kitchen cab'net hid
    vanilla extract!
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
     If you think Sinning
    takes more work than being Good ...
    You've never been Good.
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
     A convivial
    conveyance of convenience ...
    convertible coupe.
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
    tanka haiku:

    The old weathered barn
    still advertises Mail Pouch
    chewing tobacco.

    Irony? The old farmer
    still dead - cancer of the gums.
     
     
     
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    Could there ever be
    a greater compliment than
    "You've got me thinking" ... ?
     
     
    ---
     
     
    Under the table
    is not where to end up when
    your boss buys you lunch.
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
    From my friend, David:
     

    FutileEndeavor-Ku:


    August in New York.

    I'm looking for a new shrink.

    What was I thinking?

     

    My Respond-ku:

     

    More appropriate

    question you should be asking ...

    What were you feeling?
     
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    Comments

    Shutting my eyes to look inside?

    Looking out instead of in?

    This is wonderful once again.

    I have no poet lurking inside right now.

    But why should I need one when you are here.

    Just as an aside as you mention weather; we experienced a ten day? period of heat in early July but the last three weeks have been wonderful.

    Highs under 70 along with cool nights; I appreciate the need to blankets at night. Probably some inner search for the womb.

    Great show today Smith.

    Thank you!


    by Richard Day on Fri, 08/09/2013 - 4:35pm

     

    poets will lurk where

    they can easily observe;

    they hide in plain sight.

     

    You're poet still lurks, DD.   Look for the empty coffee mug. 

    Thanks for the kind words.   .


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 08/09/2013 - 6:03pm

    Aye Sage 


    by Resistance on Mon, 08/12/2013 - 12:29am

    Mirror on the wall,

    Two analysts in the hall;

    You are what you meet.

     


    by moat on Sun, 08/11/2013 - 5:57pm

    Good one, moat!

     

    Seriously, folks ...

    two analysts in the hall ...

    at least in theory.

     

    All kidding aside,

    Two analysts in the hall ...

    Study each other.

     

    (Ba-rump Bump. Cymbal crash)

     

    Thank you very much

    I'm here until Tuesday, try

    the lemon chicken.

     

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    by MrSmith1 on Mon, 08/12/2013 - 12:53am