MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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If it's Friday afternoon, it must be the haiku-lodeon ...
By MrSmith1 on Fri, 05/04/2012 - 12:54pm |
Here's this week's heap of haikus:
Things I saw today:
Newlyweds on bridle path,
Cruise ship without pier.
Newlyweds on bridle path,
Cruise ship without pier.
(note: All 'things' mentioned in the 'Things I saw today' haikus were seen on the day the haiku was written on my ride to or from work.)
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Honky-tonk music
spilled from an open window.
We danced in the street.
spilled from an open window.
We danced in the street.
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haiku: He was on a lark,
driving to New Orleans, to
hear some Dixieland.
driving to New Orleans, to
hear some Dixieland.
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In my dreams last night,
I ran through fields of clover ...
and there, I found you.
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I ran through fields of clover ...
and there, I found you.
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Across that river,
Lies the land where dreams still thrive.
We must build a bridge.
Lies the land where dreams still thrive.
We must build a bridge.
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Sitting in his room,
pondering his hopes and dreams,
he fell fast asleep.
pondering his hopes and dreams,
he fell fast asleep.
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He was mesmerized,
not by her beauty, but by
how sweetly she laughed.
not by her beauty, but by
how sweetly she laughed.
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On the bus ride home,
she reached into her pocket,
and found his love note.
she reached into her pocket,
and found his love note.
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When I feel most lost,
I'll wander through a garden,
for all paths lead there.
I'll wander through a garden,
for all paths lead there.
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Angels do not fly;
they're lifted by God's hand and
placed where there is need.
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Comments
I still wish to underline how nice it is that Dag noticed your talents! Two days now.
The last time I achieved that high achievement was last year when they made fun of my Bachmannphobia. ha
Anyway
pondering his hopes and dreams,
he fell fast asleep.
by Richard Day on Fri, 05/04/2012 - 3:14pm
Yeah, I'm just a romantic schmuck at heart.
And if it weren't for a good recliner, I'd probably get no sleep at all. I don't remember ever getting 9 straight hours of sleep ... at least not for the last 30 years or so. What an interesting concept.
Here's a new one for you:
A sign of aging
is remembrance of things past ...
I look back fondly.
by MrSmith1 on Fri, 05/04/2012 - 3:29pm
Here's a variation:
A sign of aging
What was I talking about?
My memory fades…
by Verified Atheist on Fri, 05/04/2012 - 4:49pm
Excellent!
by MrSmith1 on Fri, 05/04/2012 - 5:02pm
hahahahahaahhhaha
And don't I know it!
hahahahaha
by Richard Day on Fri, 05/04/2012 - 6:10pm