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    A Friendly Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon


    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     

     


    double haiku:

     

    Red-tail hawks nesting
    under an a/c 'cross the
    street from my office.

    I think to myself,
    And I thought I had problems
    with some damned pigeons.

     

     

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    A great catcher and
    a clutch hitter ...  and also
    Yogi drank Yoo-Hoo!

     

    Happy 90th birthday this week to Yankee legend, Yogi Berra.

     

    The funniest words
    spoken in baseball always
    start, "Yogi once said ..."

     

     

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    Littered with teardrops,
    on a Sunday morning in
    my garden of hope.

     

     


    (Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)


     

     

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    Skirmish to Sortie;
    When Birdland flies off to War ...
    Cue the Pelicans.


    (Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

     

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    In a museum,
    a small boy is heard asking ...
    "Where's the rest of Him?"

     

    (The Ascension of christ, triptyque of the resurrection of Christ by Hans Memling)


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    A leaf-less tree frames
    a lonely farm-house in the
    middle of nowhere.

     
     

     

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    tanka haiku:

    From her widow's walk,
    she gazed at the horizon,
    hoping to catch sight

    of sails from her husband's ship
    returning from its voyage.


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    Eating blackberries
    on a Summer’s afternoon
    makes me feel care-free.

     

     

     

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    When your heart is full,
    be generous, When bereft,
    be understanding.

     

     


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    Afternoon showers,
    Four legs, one umbrella,
    Getting to know you.

     

     

    (Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

     


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    Young eyes hold magic;
    look into them ... you'll see the
    world as it could be.

     

     

     


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    Sixties drug slang like
    bogart, roach and Mary Jane …
    seem “quaint” now, don't they?

     

     

     

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    A starry night, wind
    rustles the dandelions.  
    We cautiously kiss.


     

     

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    In bed, in pain, out
    of meds and luck.  Overwhelmed,
    under the weather.


     

     

     


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    Do you whistle low,
    or sing along to iPods?
    Let your music flow.

     

     

     

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    double haiku:


    In the barber’s chairs,
    boys squirm and fidget … while their
    dads peruse Esquire.
     
    O'er the clippers buzz,
    old guys argue politics …
    kids read comic books.

     

     

     

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    Small streams ripple at
    the edge of a lonely lane.
    Intermittent rain.

     

     

     

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    Oh sweet Art Nouveau!
    Rounder than rococo and
    more square than deco.

     

     

     

     

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    This, in essence, was
    the plan our moms had for us;
    wear us out, we'd sleep.

     

     

     

     

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    Alone on the lawn,
    a beagle chases robins ...
    while barking wildly.


     

     

     

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    She has a great smile,
    which can send him to the moon.
    So ... he makes her laugh.


     

     

     

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    It's sad when modern
    becomes passe; it means the
    future is finished.

     

     


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    Her face obscured by
    scarves, a woman rushes by
    clutching her Starbucks.

     

     

     


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    What is a poem
    but a more abstract way to
    compare and contrast ...


     

     

     

     

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    My television
    continues speaking when I
    go to the kitchen.

     

     

     


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    tanka haiku + haiku:

     

    Has it all been said?
    Do we just repeat words which
    have lost all meaning?

       Does the subtlety of one's
       inflection change anything?


    Does memory loss
    bless one's creativity?
    Maybe ... I forget.

     

     


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     Implausible schemes
     might come to fruition ... if
     the timing is right.

     


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    Her face pressed to mine,
    I hold her close to me and
    know our love's survived.

     
     

     

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    The sun was stymied,
    but blue skies infused the clouds,
    a dark hope prevailed.


    (Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)


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    The not-a-haiku blues: 

    I've got the blues from hearing this news,
    i said, I've got the blues from hearing
    this news,
    Though a new day will dawn
    I'm sad to say, the thrill is gone.

     

    RIP B.B. King

     

     

     


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    Comments

    Yeah, BB's gone. But the thrill survives.

    We only have ten days or so when an AC would do us any good.

    But we all have this 'place' where we could install one.

    The pigeons all live in those holds. hahahah

    I miss this!


    My AC has been running since the first of March and will until Thanksgiving. I do shut it off from midnight until 6 AM.  That way I don't have to listen to it at night until it gets really hot. 

     


    Enjoyed it as always. Thanks. 


    We are all getting older. Landslide by Stevie Nicks.


    Hey, Smith.

    "Has it all been said"----really good one.


    Her face obscured by

    lattes, a woman runs by,

    hey, remember me?


    Good one, Oxy!!

     

    The latest latte?
    Li'l liquid latex lumps in
    limpid lakes of limes.


    I'm letting you go.

    Your life is not one I can

    ever understand.

    You need less of me.

    It has taken so much, but

    now I'm listening.

    I cannot mold you.

    The path you've chosen is so

    different than mine.

    You have to help me.

    Accept my love but nothing

    else can I give you.

    I'm letting you go.

    Always touching fingertips

    as you set me free.


    Beautiful, Missy!!

     

    I will not admit
    I ever held you, but now
    I'm letting you go.

    Feeling you against
    me, got me through the night. but
    now the morning's come.

    We may never meet
    in the flurry of the years,
    but you'll stay with me.


    Just lovely.  


    blue fights against red.
    morning defies shrug of night.
    Lucille takes her time.


    Good one, moat!!


    Blue fights against Red
    Incompatible Colors?
    (Yellow punches Green!)

     


    Yellow and Gold are luxuries.

    When power runs out,
    there is passive aggression:
    Force equals MA


    Hmmm ... Nice, moat.

     

    Force equals MA?
    Mother or Massachusetts?
    Never mind, I know.

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    Father would concur
    with your frank assessment that
    force equals MA.

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    Although I suspect
    that, knowing martial arts, PA will
    try to blunt MA's force.

     

     

     


     

     

     


     


    Yogi Berra said,

    a knife in the road, take it,

    or something like that.


    HA!!  Good one, Oxy!!


    When fat ladies sing
    take the knife in the road, it's
    deja-vu again.


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