The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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A Frigidly Forward-Looking Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

 

 

Here's this week's heap of haikus:


 



The light from my room
spills onto a snowy roof,
Icy shadows flee.


 


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With cabin fever,
cedar doctor, otherwise
you'll pine for a cure.
 
 
 
 
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Temper'tures rising!
Sunlight changes everything,
Winter on the run!
 
 
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Hope for tomorrow;
when I'll breathe fresh air again!
Sunshine warms my face!



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double haiku:

 

When I was young, I
looked in strangers' faces to
find the familiar.

Now that I am old,
I look in strangers' faces
to find the unique.


 


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To illuminate
is better than to merely shine.
Teach thinking, not thoughts.



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Tanka Haiku:



Instead of eating
a can of peas, she gobbled
up the canapes.

Now, despite her man's pleas, she
can't fit under canopies.


 


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T'was widely assumed
he wisely presumed to act
mildly, not wildly.



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tanka haiku:

 

A dusty snow fell
overnight. A hearse leads a
sad parade uptown.

(There's so much to observe when
waiting for Access-a-ride.)


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


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Tulips in the field
chase away receding snow
clearing paths for Spring



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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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In a wicker chair
by the sea shore, sits a young
temptress dressed in blue.



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Plum blossoms on trees
warily appear.  Children
play in the fresh snow.


 

 


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"Okay, let's begin.

Insertez-vous tab A?!  Damn!
The plans are in FRENCH!"


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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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'Never married' has
never marred marble markers.
Sing your single song.



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They're not impressed by
how they were depicted in
'American Gothic.'


 


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Ukelele fun
comes with strings attached; songs shall
be strummed from the heart.

 



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What he might have done,
is nowhere near what she had
insinuated.


 


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In a grassy field,
boys are playing snap the whip;

all tumbling down.


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Brisk rainy mornings,
ameliorate gloom and
cleanse nature’s palate.

 

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When daffodils bloom,
near the edge of your garden,
passers-by may pluck.
 
 
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For more details:  www.walkyourASoff.com

 


 

Comments

Love these as usual. My favorites are the humorous ones. "Cedar doctor" got a groan, and I love the bit about the Statue of Liberty's instructions being in French! In honor of me constantly staring out the window watching Phase II of our neighborhood development:

Bulldozers, dump trucks

They go past my front window

I'm still a young boy


Excellent one, Verified!


Inadvertent sounds

let my colleagues know again

who is day dreaming.


I was thinking about this very 'subject'.

I stopped last summer at a loading dock just to watch a semi driver park his load.

It is an amazing art; an amazing sight to see really.

And I felt just like a little boy!


I misread my computer weather vane; 3 degrees was the high. I guess I wait till next week but at least my misreading sent me out into the frozen tundra today. Added to all of this it is almost impossible to walk in the unshoveled snow and ice cap! So I am pissed off. 

And we (read I) repeat phrases...but you know, there is a mathematical certainty that we are damned to repeat phrases even when we think we never have heard those phrases before!

ANYWAY

I view CSPAN now

The fascist ends with GOD BLESS

Without God or Bless

Before Teaparties

Celebrate their wondrous cause

But I have to pause

I have to pause because I

See nothing but lies

Lies that lie in muck

Lies that lie in fantasy

Lies that have no facts

Nothing is revealed

Nothing adds to humanity

Nothing but real hate

So I leave debate

I must hold down my hating

And quit debating

the end

hahaha


In other words, what you're saying DD is:

Everything we wrote
we will write again ... as if
by rote.  Am I right?

 

 


Everything we have 

Writ has already been writ

Every thing writ

 

There are so many

Combinations that can be

That can be written

 

Mathematics are

The only force to deal with

Whilst we examine

Whilst we examine

The possibilities that

Do confront us all

 

26 letters

Bind the possibilities

This even was said

hahahah

 

 


It is not a sum,

a totality of words.

It is what remains.

     The uncarved block is still there.

     Drops quiver before they fall.


What is left unsaid,
may be so for two reasons;
meaningful and not.


Intended silence

can shout at the listener.

No one owns meaning.


 

No one owns meaning,

Shades of interpretation

can be rented though.


Wonderful haikus

by moat and Mr. Smith (one)

Interesting thoughts


Original Smith:

A replicating pattern;

Matrix of Haiku.


Morpheus descends
Neo finds his true love and
Mr. Smith redux.


Interpretations?

We each must own them somehow:

Or own up to them.

     It is less of a rental

     than a condominium.

________

 

Haiku real estate:

Two room luxury unit

With Eat In Kitchen.


Nice haiku, Riv Vu
in romantic neighborhood
w/ garden. No cats.

 


that sort of thing.

 


Dreams of our demise

build a second home out back

from cubes of smooth ice.

     Echoes are dampened inside

     when the furniture arrives.


Nice one, moat!!

 

Dreams of our demise

are built on sandy shoals which

turn into quicksand.

 

 


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