MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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Here we are again; A Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon
By MrSmith1 on Fri, 05/10/2013 - 1:49pm |
Here's this week's heap of haikus:
tanka haiku:
Swing your feet in a
placid pond. The ripples prove
your life has meaning.
Ev'rything we do affects
ev'rything else in the world.
placid pond. The ripples prove
your life has meaning.
Ev'rything we do affects
ev'rything else in the world.
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Lush red strawberries
displayed at a roadside stand;
displayed at a roadside stand;
cars brake for shortcake.
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We sometimes redeem
mistakes from our past, but more
likely relive them.
mistakes from our past, but more
likely relive them.
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Pasty-faced school-girl
in her Summer 'Goth' costume,
tickling her friend.
in her Summer 'Goth' costume,
tickling her friend.
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We may never know
what winds blow thoughts through our minds,
swirling up our past.
what winds blow thoughts through our minds,
swirling up our past.
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Determination
etched into each step he takes,
says, "I'm not done yet."
etched into each step he takes,
says, "I'm not done yet."
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With guitar in hand,
he stood at the crossroads and
made that devil's deal.
he stood at the crossroads and
made that devil's deal.
(Happy would-have-been 102nd birthday to blues legend, Robert Johnson.)
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tanka hai-clue-less:
Ev'ry so often
he got a prank call that he
did not understand.
Why would teenage boys care if
Prince Albert was in the can?
Ev'ry so often
he got a prank call that he
did not understand.
Why would teenage boys care if
Prince Albert was in the can?
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I sit on a bench
in the middle of Times Square.
Alone, without you.
in the middle of Times Square.
Alone, without you.
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Yesterday retreats
to the caves of memory.
Sunshine, cleanses souls.
to the caves of memory.
Sunshine, cleanses souls.
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The rain had ended.
Central Park looked lush and green
and eager with Life.
Central Park looked lush and green
and eager with Life.
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8 year old's magic:
'Throw a pumpkin in the air,
it will come down squash.'
'Throw a pumpkin in the air,
it will come down squash.'
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Tanka haiku:
Please note: He neither
keeps away from bootleg hootch
when he's on a spree,
Nor buttons his overcoat.
That's why she's divorcing him.
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Sometimes what we think
are flaws are, in fact, strengths when
in the right context.
are flaws are, in fact, strengths when
in the right context.
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Another Trope-ku:
Crushing a spirit
through humiliation is
what breeds most evil.
through humiliation is
what breeds most evil.
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tanka haiku:
He sits at breakfast
quietly sobering up
sipping his coffee.
His legs bruised, his hair matted,
he somehow lost his trousers.
quietly sobering up
sipping his coffee.
His legs bruised, his hair matted,
he somehow lost his trousers.
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On World A.S. Day,
Spondys 'round the world unite;
Fusing Together.
Spondys 'round the world unite;
Fusing Together.
(World A.S. Day was Saturday May 4th, 2013)
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Comments
I rarely lose my trousers
hahahahahahah
I mean I have PJ's and such. hahahah
I just purchased (a month ago?) a French Press.
I must have purchased 50 different coffee makers over the years.
My son brought me at least six over the last seven years; most of them mine I guess.
I viewed a Good Eats segment on coffee by accident and so for $18 I discovered a pretty good cup of coffee.
HUMILIATION
I dunno, to be human is to be humiliated.
I have 16 pictures in my head about humiliation.
I could search further but it would hurt. hahahah
Oh well, that is all I got right now!
by Richard Day on Fri, 05/10/2013 - 5:56pm
Harry Truman said:
Don't nap with your trousers on,
it
messesmusses them up.by Oxy Mora on Fri, 05/10/2013 - 10:10pm
Always delightful, Mr. Smith.
by Oxy Mora on Fri, 05/10/2013 - 10:13pm
Thanks, Oxy.
Even sans trousers,
Truman could gave 'em Hell; no
doe could pass that buck.
by MrSmith1 on Fri, 05/10/2013 - 10:29pm
My local community radio station did a birthday show featuring Robert Johnson a couple of days ago. They played some of his recordings and talked about his life. It is nice that you added him to your blog today.
by trkingmomoe on Sat, 05/11/2013 - 6:00am
My love affair with the Blues started a long time ago, although I didn't discover Robert Johnson until that complete collection of his recordings came out in the late 80's. It's hard not to be drawn to his story, or should I say, his legend. Have you ever seen this 1991 documentary, "The Search for Robert Johnson"? It is wonderful on so many levels.
by MrSmith1 on Sat, 05/11/2013 - 6:47am
SMITH, YOU GOT ME ASKEERED!
Where are you?
by Richard Day on Sat, 05/18/2013 - 1:10am