MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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Friday afternoon Runs Away with the Haikulodeon
By MrSmith1 on Fri, 08/31/2012 - 1:23pm |
Here's this week's heap of haikus:
Sitting quietly,
pondering vicissitudes,
sure works up a thirst!
pondering vicissitudes,
sure works up a thirst!
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Financial Melt-down?
Colder times? Frozen Assets?
It's time to "VOTE SNOW!"
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tanka haiku: She wore pink spandex
on her summer vacation,
which caused a riot.
Cops came. She was arrested,
and did a stretch in prison.
and did a stretch in prison.
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At once, tempers flared!
punches thrown, faces bruised, then ...
cooler heads prevailed.
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A wise man sees what
is truly needed, not just
what is desired.
is truly needed, not just
what is desired.
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Sometimes all it takes
to solve things is, ask for help.
Open Sesame.
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Blistering retorts,
blossom on his blog-site like
roses in manure.
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tanka haiku: Mind's distracted, thoughts
retracted, speech redacted,
what left ... subtracted.
Wandering in mental haze
is, happily, just a phase.
is, happily, just a phase.
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haiku: Youth is insistent,
Old age may negotiate,
Love grants both wishes.
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tanka haiku: Deformed by disease,
he is perplexed by folks with
tattoos and piercings.
They pay for 'mutilation',
he'd pay much more not to be.
he'd pay much more not to be.
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A bee that lands on
a giant sunflower, will
seldom seek a rose.
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tanka haiku: You have long endured
both hardships and heartbreaks and
yet, you wish for more.
For you think that happiness
is paid for by misery.
is paid for by misery.
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tanka haiku: Lazy Sunday morn,
where have you gone? My sister
has come to 'help clean.'
My apartment is transformed
by my sister's elbow grease!
by my sister's elbow grease!
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You are determined,
you, yellow dandelions ...
pushing through sidewalks.
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An old man's lament-ku:
A willowy blonde,
winks at me on the bus, then ...
offers me her seat.
winks at me on the bus, then ...
offers me her seat.
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The shade of an elm,
passes through my small garden,
as dusk approaches.
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Embued with romance,
and lightly pastel of hue;
delicate roses.
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Waiting for my ride,
whistling tunes from my youth,
old shadows re-form.
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Comments
A bee that lands on
a giant sunflower, will
seldom seek a rose.
(photo from an old garden of mine)
by wabby on Sun, 09/02/2012 - 6:39am
Beautiful, flowerchild.
On a Sunday morn,
it's always nice to see that
you've left a comment.
by MrSmith1 on Sun, 09/02/2012 - 11:52am
I have never tried a tanka haiku before but here goes:
I am a planet.
Water fills the low places.
Wind carves the mountains.
So the Earth is my sister;
Not an identical twin.
by moat on Mon, 09/03/2012 - 6:07pm
Wow. I don't know what you call it technically, but I call it beautiful.
by Ramona on Mon, 09/03/2012 - 8:09pm
Thank you.
by moat on Mon, 09/03/2012 - 9:06pm
You got it technically perfect ... and I agree with Ramona, it's beautiful. Write more.
by MrSmith1 on Mon, 09/03/2012 - 11:20pm