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    A Heartless Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 02/15/2013 - 12:46pm |

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     
     
    A downtown cafe ...
    lovers cuddle in a booth,
    and share some red wine.
     
     
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     I dropped the choc'lates
    in the slush. The rose wilted.
    Cupid's a b*st*rd.
     
     
     
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     Remembering love
    is a journey through the soul
    that restores the heart.
     
     
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    The toddler's confused ...
    the room's full of balloons and
    dad's dressed like a clown.
     
     
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    Twilight, cold and wet.
    To ease the chill in my bones,
    a savory bisque!
     
     
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    A tall glass of juice,
    is no substitute for a
    big mug of coffee.
     
     
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    A dark, grey morning
    Serious people crowd me
    I can't help but laugh.
     
     
     
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    Locked in a body
    that can no longer run, he
    decides he will walk.
     
     
     
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    The race over, and
    having breasted the tape, she
    sat and had a smoke.
     
     
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    Minds that merely yearn,
    Never taste the fruit of life,
    they just chew the rind.
     
     
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    Behind us, footsteps!
    A shadow in the doorway!
    Then ... A match is struck!
     
     
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     She sneezed her dress off,
    Which caused quite a kerfuffle,
    in the library.
     
     
    (This is one I wrote a long time ago.  I just like it, so I'm re-posting it. Sue me.)
     
     
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    By the garden wall,
    a very blue hydrangea,
    envies a spider.
     
     
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    We laughed 'til we hurt,
    for we'd stumbled upon, a
    universal truth.
     
     
     
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    A sincere heart is,
    more likely to change the world,
    than a reasoned thought.
     
     
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     When daffodils bloom,
    near the edge of one's garden,
    passers-by may pluck.
     
     
     
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    As she walked away,
    I brought my hands to my face
    to hold in my dreams.
     
     
    My friend David's respond-ku:

    Helpless to assist
    I watched as she left him there
    alone with his tears.
     
     
    My response:
     
    He lived in torment,
    misery inside each breath,
    heaven denied him.
     
     
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     In Nantucket pubs,
    zithers and dulcimers played,
    to enraptured drunks.
     
     
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     A wind-swept plateau
    where the sky looms large, as in
    a John Ford western.
     
     
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    All the king's horses,
    And all the king's men, liked their
    egg over easy.
     
     
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    With billowing sails,
    o'er churning, white-capped waters ...
    grey skies at ebb tide.
     
     
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    Sometimes I'm awake,
    When I should be fast asleep,
    dreaming I'm awake.
     
     
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     Are you a misfit
    and conspire to rebel?
    Get in line, my friend.
     
     
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    Rain evaporates,
    the Autumn leaves decompose,
    Snow melts. Life happens.
     
     
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    double haiku: An Irish Setter,
    gallops through Riverside Park,
    greeting each toddler.

    His owner just laughs,
    reassuring the nannys,
    the dog is friendly.
     
     
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    Dispositions change.
    Mindsets frequently evolve.
    Never close a door.
     
     
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    When I'm all alone,
    in my mind and in my heart,
    you reverberate.
     
     
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    tanka haiku: The quiet street near
    the pont neuf, was used for a
    fashion photo shoot.

    The model seemed out of place,
    the photog, out of this world.
     
     
    This was inspired by seeing some old photos of Paris on HuffPost. When I was in Paris in 1989, my then girlfriend and I were out for a walk on a very early Sunday morning and came upon what seemed to be a spontaneous photo shoot. The model seemed so incredibly out of place, that we paused for a moment to watch, unseen, as the photographer scampered around snapping shots. Months later, we had a good laugh as one of the photos actually turned up in a fashion magazine that my girlfriend used to read regularly ...
     
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    double haiku:

    Rabbits cautiously
    munch on thistles in wet grass
    while the thunder sleeps.

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    A nine year old girl
    under blankets, shakes in fear …
    her thunder still sleeps.
     
     
     
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    The point of flying
    is to leave the ground. Let your
    dreams pull you skyward.
     
    My friend David's response:

    Respond-ku:

    Dreams pull us skyward?
    Then why, pray tell, is it called
    a wishing WELL? Hmmm?
     
     
    My response:
     
    Respond-ku2: 
     
    A wishing well is
    a hole for hopes, and seldom
    are dreams well grounded.
     
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    My friend David's haiku:

    A prayer for guidance
    beats a prayer for any "thing,"
    hands down, no contest.

     

    My response:

    But prayers to be
    guided to "anything" leaves
    God lots of options.

     

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    Comments

    A dream paints the day.

    This color I see spreading,

    Do I hold the brush?

     

    A mirror shows the reverse.
    The heart is not a mirror.

     

     


    by moat on Wed, 02/20/2013 - 8:30pm

    moat, I love this one. Thank you for sharing it with me.

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    Souls forge truth and hope,

    while minds dream up fantasies

    and hearts search for love. 


    by MrSmith1 on Thu, 02/21/2013 - 8:02am

    Your reply reminds me of my favorite proverb:

    "The plans of the mind belong to man,

    but the answer of the tongue is from the Lord."

    16:1


    by moat on Thu, 02/21/2013 - 7:22pm

     

    When he planned to plow,

    a row arose to roundly 

    rout rows of roses. 
     


    by MrSmith1 on Thu, 02/21/2013 - 9:52pm