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    A Fresh and Fabulous Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     

     


    double haiku:

    'midst the brown marsh grass,
    an old wooden dock waits for
    its boat to return.

    low clouds fill the sky,
    all journeys begin with hope
    wood wharf seeks closure.

     

    (Photo courtesy of Ramona Grigg.)

     

     

     

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    Carefully follow
    the path through the irises ...
    serenity waits.

     

     

     


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    Maples, elms and oaks
    burst with yellow, red and orange;
    the forest ablaze!

     

    (Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

     

     


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    As the earth prepares
    to take its winter snooze, the
    foliage blushes.

     

    (Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

     

     


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    And now, it's time for: "You-do-the-haiku"

     

     

     

    (Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

     

    (Submit your haiku for this photo in the comments section)

     

     

     

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    Slicing 'cross the beach,
    Snow fences anticipate
    Winter's invasion.

    (Photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo)

     

     

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    Quietly, the dusk
    soothes the ocean waters and
    calms the day for night.

     

     

    (Photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo)

     

     

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    Waving our goodbyes
    we climb into the car and
    begin our trip home.

     

    (Photo courtesy Ramona Grigg)

     

     

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    Then he remembered;
    marsh grass reminded him of
    Donald Trump's hair plugs.


    (Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

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    haiku quartet:


    Tennessee Whiskey
    smoothly trickles down my throat,
    savor the swallow.

    Backwoods honky-tonk,
    Woman in a short blue dress,
    watches me get drunk.

    I get up to leave
    she gets up to see me go
    in that short blue dress.

    Sittin' in my armchair
    thinkin' 'bout that short blue dress ...
    I go back for more.

     

     

     

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    Van Gogh said they are
    olive trees ... They look more like
    broccoli to me.

     

     

     

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    haiku trio:

    You must admit that
    sometimes the questions are so
    much funnier than

    any answers you
    could come up with, you should just
    quit while you're ahead.

    So it goes like this:
    Question: ... (Pause) (Pause) (Pause) (Slow
    Smile.)
    (Arch your eyebrow.) (Done.)

     

     

     

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    Overheard at a
    sidewalk cafe; "I hate her,
    she's so full of snot."

    (Actual verbatim dialog heard by me this morning.)

     


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    Misunderstanding ...
    One of the key elements
    of all comedy.

     

     

     

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    Ball players grow up
    now the weathered backboard, bends
    down to help new kids.

     


    (Photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo)

     

     

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    in her negligee,
    she lingers for a moment,
    then invites me in.

     

    sounds of saxophones
    drifting from the phonograph
    melt my resistance.

    ( Thanks to Adolph Sax,
    we have a lot of great sax
    on television. )

    (Happy 201st would-have-been birthday to Adolph Sax, who invented the ... Saxophone.)

    (Harlem Nocturne performed by the Illinois Jacquet Sextet)


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    She was 23,
    he was 27. In
    4 weeks, the world changed.

     

     

     

    (Nov. 8, 1941 - 74 years ago ... My parents on their wedding day.)

     

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    As a precaution,
    I wrap my arms around her,
    then share the sad news.

     


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    Two glasses sit on
    an old oak table, emptied
    of kumquat liqueur.

     


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    The blaze of Autumn
    has begun to wither and
    gnarly winter bloom.

     


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

     

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    Through the years, styles change,
    Skirts are long, skirts are short, but
    people stay the same.

     

     

     

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

     

     


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

     

    Saturday mornings
    I'd rush to the bakery
    to smell the fresh bread.

     

     

     

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    November 11th is Veterans' Day.   Remember those who served.


     

     

     

     

     


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    Comments

    Yay, Mr. Smith!  Love them all but especially that first one, written especially for me (I mean my picture).  Thanks so much!  You can use my photos any old time.

    I've been commenting over on another thread, getting more and more frustrated, and this one spoke to me.  Love it!

    haiku trio:

    You must admit that
    sometimes the questions are so
    much funnier than

    any answers you
    could come up with, you should just
    quit while you're ahead.

    So it goes like this:
    Question: ... (Pause) (Pause) (Pause) (Slow
     Smile.)
    (Arch your eyebrow.) (Done.)

     


    Thanks Ramona.  As you probably noticed, I used another of your photos this week.  Thank you again.  They are wonderful photos.

     


     


    Thank you for using them.  My picture folder is yours to rummage through.  Help yourself.


    The haikku challenge:

     

    It's time to bed down.

    Honey, did you bring the tent?

    No, I thought you did.

     

    or

     

    Forget everything

    Stretch this moment forever

    life is a sunset.


    Excellent Oxy!!

     

     


    Can I just say that the Haikulodoen being front and center -finally- on Dagblog is totally awesome? OK, so ... regarding the challenge:

    Some of us question,

    others find their certainty.

    In the end, we're awed.


    Good one, Missy!!


    First, we hemmed and hawed,
    Then, we understood; we're flawed,
    In the end, we're awed.


    First, we hemmed and hawed,

    but eventually let

    go and just guffawed.


    HA!!  Good one, Missy!!
     


    Dillied and dallied,
    til the damn bowling alley'd
    Opened, then we played

    Roundly applauded -
    with however you called it,
    must have spelled relief.

    Rambunctious laughter
    Leaves one smitten with rapture,
    Feels draining after.

    The masthead beckons
    Us mere haiku acolytes -
    Should we be beacons?

    But don't just shout "Gawd!",
    as comes out a trifle odd,
    a bit overwrought.

    Heidi and her goats,
    Haiku yodel-ay-ee-hoo,
    hike the mountain path.


    My parents were married Nov. 20, 1941 which was Thanksgiving day.  That year it was the 3rd Thursday of November.  FDR signed a bill that made Thanksgiving Day the 4th Thursday of November to kick off the Christmas shopping season starting in 1942. 

    My dad at the time was in the Army Reserves and was called into active duty after Pearl Harbor. They had less then 3 weeks before he left. That was 74 years ago.

    Thanks for reminding me. 


    Japanese bombing
    Cut short lovers' honeymoon -
    Most inauspicious

    American bombing
    Cut short war in Pacific
    Was it terrific?


    Good ones, Peracles!

    American bombing
    Horrific or terrific
    depends where you stood..
     


    Lie down with the pigs,
    Wake up smelling like roses?
    Lie down with the nukes...

    Thanks PP


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