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    A Fired Up Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 05/16/2014 - 3:17pm |

     



    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     



    A gritty sunset.
    Smoke pervades the horizon;
    San Marcos wildfires

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    Pelicans fly high
    above the smokey vista, as
    the sun slowly sinks.



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    They look hand-tinted
    but photos show the smoke in
    California's skies.



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    A foggy dusk near
    Catherine Slip; Brooklyn Bridge
    disappears from view.

     

     

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    A storied dead end,
    Patchin Place is known for a
    lower case casa.




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    After harvesting
    the amber waves of grain, what
    remained were flowers.



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    If my soul's taken
    before I should awaken,
    am I forsaken?

     

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    Irony they say,
    a fly in your Chardonnay,
    doing the breaststroke.

     
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    Sure, he let it go
    to see if it would return ...
    ( its not been seen since.)


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    We may never know
    what winds blow thoughts through our minds,
    swirling up our past.


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    Determination
    displayed in each step he takes
    screams, “I’m not done yet!”
     

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    Tanka haiku:

    Ev’ry so often
    he got a prank call that he
    did not understand.

    Why would teenage boys care if
    Prince Albert was in the can?

     

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    Late-Night Java Jive
    Take a gulp on the wild side ...
    Decadent rebel!

     

     

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    In the pizza joint,

    flakes of Oregano spilled

    across the table.

     

     

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    The rain has ended.
    Central Park looks lush and green
    and eager with Life.


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    Tanka haiku:

    'Cuz he doesn't keep
    away from bootleg hootch when
    he’s on a spree, nor

    buttons up his overcoat.
    That’s why she’s divorcing him.

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    Sometimes what we think
    are flaws are, in fact, strengths when
    in the right context.
     

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    Crushing a spirit
    through humiliation is
    what breeds much evil.
     


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    tanka haiku: He sits at breakfast
    quietly sobering up
    sipping his coffee.

    His legs bruised, his hair matted,
    he somehow lost his trousers.


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    Plump red strawberries
    for sale at a roadside stand ...
    cars brake for shortcake.

     

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    We sometimes redeem
    mistakes from our past, but more
    likely relive them.


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    Poems and babies
    can make fools out of us all …
    “Ooooo, haiku-cheee-kooooo!”


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    Before Bab's beguine’s
    begun to beguile, betray
    Ben's beignet, Buddy.


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    Could be good, could be bad-ku:
     
     
    Manhattan’s skyline;
    a powerful reminder
    of ‘what’s possible.’
     
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    Spider on the wall,
    brings my house good fortune and
    happiness for all.
     


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    Yesterday, The American College of Rheumatology debuted a video for an awareness campaign on inflammatory diseases ... the problem?  They left out one of the largest categories ... The Spondyloarthris diseases.   When pressed as to how such an omission was possible, the ACR first claimed it was an oversight, but in the very next sentence claimed it was due to budgetary considerations and that their campaign was focused on a subset of inflammatory diseases.

    This is unacceptable.  There are twice as many Americans affected by the diseases in the Spondlyoarthritis family as are affected by Rheumatoid Arthritis.  

    And some people wonder why I keep trying to raise Spondylitis Awareness ... Spondys have an average time between onset of the disease and diagnosis of 8 years.  Eight years!  Shame on the ACR for this epic fail.


    Of course, that clearly demonstrates why this is so necessary ...



    To purchase tickets or make a contribution go to: 

    http://www.spondylitis.org/support/comedy

     

     

    Comments

    I get the changes of seasons and yet I think I am no good at describing such.

    It has taken so long to even see buds on the trees.

    Anyway, here is poem of such with no Haiku:

    Mommy leaves Seany alone with Noela every Saturday.

    And this is when my son calls me.

    That is when he calls me. Hahhahahaha

    He listens for her calls and then cleans her up and feeds her.

    Then he calls me. Hahahahah

    She prefers to sleep on his shoulder following her brief lunch.

    And then she runs around for awhile as he speaks to me on the phone.

    OUTSIDE

    OUTSIDE

    By the time she dictates that it is time to go outside, Seany is finished with his connection with me!

    Hahhahah

    Like Louis CK underwrites, kids don't know nothing. Hahahahah

    So, Seany says goodbye and my Precious takes him outside.

    Is this poetry?

    Yeah, I think it is.

    Hahahahaahahah

    My son, who maintained control of his entire life at one time?

    Has no control whatsoever anymore!

    And is that not WONDERFUL?

    Mommy knows everything!

    the end


    by Richard Day on Mon, 05/19/2014 - 11:01pm

     

    Thanks DD,  the following poem was inspired by yours:

     

    The slow budding of trees and offspring. 

    The unstoppable change of seasons,

    The unending change of diapers.

    The unexpected appreciation for the loss of control.

    Daddy does his best and Mother Nature does as well.


    by MrSmith1 on Tue, 05/20/2014 - 12:45pm

    Oh, this is delightful.

    I sometimes miss connections!


    by Richard Day on Tue, 05/20/2014 - 4:00pm

    I forgot to tell you.

    I awoke so pissed off this morning. I screwed up the coffee and the damn PC went on the fritz and I was just discombobulated.

    And the damn phone rings, most of the time it is just robo-calls and here is my son and he has been going thru all this crap at work for at least a year...

    And there he is.

    He found a new job and at the same salary with a better chance at bonuses and all his fears evaporated. And can you imagine, he has been seeking my advice this entire year? I would not ask my advice on anything.

    And all my worry went away. And my anger went away.

    He and his wife will receive a new child in September and all the bills will be paid and 

    Life is good.

    Just between you and me, right?

     


    by Richard Day on Thu, 05/22/2014 - 10:18pm

    How easily the

    wheel of feelings turns,  taking

    us to new places.

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    All angry tears and 

    Life's frustrations dissipate

    when children need us.

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    A dad's misery 

    dissolves at hearing joyful

    news from his children.

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    It's entre-nous, just

    between you and me, right? ... ( And

    those few that can read. )  ;-)


    Congrats, DD!   Life is good!

     


    by MrSmith1 on Thu, 05/22/2014 - 11:52pm

    Entre Nous?

    hahahahahah

    You know I shall remember this line for a long, long time--pretending I will live a long long time. hahahahah

    Wonderful.

    It is great to have a friend.

    Thank you.

    It really, really has been a fine day for me!


    by Richard Day on Fri, 05/23/2014 - 12:17am