The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    A Getaway Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     

     

     

    Lifting off from earth,
    our souls climb through the clouds to
    play in the cosmos.
     
     
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    The moist earth gave way
    to one insistent daisy,
    and now, fields of them.


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     A wise old man sat
    amidst the rubble and smiled
    at all he had learned.


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    This is the Future
    that you dreamed about while you
    sat in Study Hall.
     

     


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    double haiku:


    Swimming with the tide
    may take you into oceans
    of profound regret.
     
    Lying on the beach,
    however, may burn your hide,
    so ya takes your choice.




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    Do not regret all
    the silliness of youth, be
    proud you overcame it.

     



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    Purgatory? The
    hell of it is, you can't get
    heavenly coffee.

     

     



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    A rainy morning,
    sipping coffee and reading ...
    the dog nuzzles me.
     



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    Somewhere in the deep
    recesses of my brain sleep
    forgotten haikus.
     

     

     
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    Siamese twins are
    conjoined. Why are Siamese
    kittens just confused?

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    Watching the day fade,
    sensing a cooler breeze, I
    zip up my jacket.

     


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     tanka haiku:
     
    The 96th Street
    ramp to the West Side Highway;
    is my urban joy.
     
       A tree-lined curved underpass
       with a view of the Hudson.
     

     

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    a haiku quintet:


     


    Life on the frontier
    was not easy for Patience,
    a young pioneer.

     


    Crouching underneath,
    Conestoga wagons, she
    did her needlework.

     


    Riding on buckboards
    for long afternoons she would
    do her homework.

     


    She reached Montana
    at the age of eight, and could
    read and write ... and sew.


     

    Prairie adventures
    would settle into quiet
    domesticity.


     

     

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    He recalled fondly
    how, one rainy afternoon,
    they ‘shared’ an awning.
     

     

     
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    Sneaking through the dell,
    he followed a dried creek bed
    and made his escape.
     


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    Pretty little birds
    clinging to branches, swaying
    in the morning breeze.

     

     


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    I do much wonder ...
    I also do much yearn and
    dream of tomorrow.


     


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    He strolled along the
    back roads, with his mandolin,
    singin' for suppers.
     


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    Too many wind chimes,
    not enough jello shots; the
    story of his life.

     

     


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    A sliver of moon,
    slicing through the clouds, restless
    shadows roam the fields.
     

     

     
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    Despite commitments
    and their vows of devotion,
    Love had other plans.

     

     
     

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    The bejeweled collar
    he wears, undercuts his claim
    he desires freedom.


     

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    In this worldly realm,
    folks often mistake kindness
    for passivity.
     

     

     
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    An over-dose of
    an antidote, will become
    a poison itself.
     


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    On the road of Life,
    focus on what drives your heart,
    not the car you're in.

     

     


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    She seemed unaware
    her stunning figure put the
    men in an uproar.


     



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    On some distant shore,
    a long time ago, we were,
    our ancestor's dream.



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    An unexpected
    infatuation can help
    mend a broken heart.


     


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    As the dawn breaks, a
    boat with peeling paint, drifts through
    the icy water.
     

     

     

     


     
    In a distant land,
    a heart you’ll never meet, beats
    to the same rhythm.

     

     

     

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    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. )  


     

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    And one week from tonight ...

     

    Enjoy the three-day weekend!

     

     


     

    Comments

    His strong emotion;

    hidden by bold nonchalance:

    Walks upon a beam.

     

    Flower is an end.

    Tightly coiled bud opens up;

    Letting something go.


     

    Nice moat!

     

    In the 70's.

    Romania's Olympic

    hopes, walked on a beam.

     

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