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

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 08/30/2013 - 2:03pm |

     

     
     
     
     
    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     
     
    double haiku:
     
    Oh, sweet saxophone,
    play for me a most gentle
    lullaby for Bird.
     
    I passed his house on
    Avenue B today and 
    muttered, "Too soon gone."
     
    (Happy would-have-been 93rd birthday to Charlie Parker.)
     
     
    ---
     
     
    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.
     
     
    ---
     
     
     In Life, two choices;
    remain bewildered, or seek
    clarification.
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
    The dark before dawn;
    lonely hearts beat quicker in
    anticipation.
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
    Subtle shades of blue,
    I forget what I once knew;
    Iris means rainbows.
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
    The role of youth is
    to snatch the hands of time from
    their elders ... and run!
     
     
    ---
     
     
    tanka haiku:

     
    Where is that diner?
    The one that serves those pancakes
    with ice cream on top ...
     
       Near the junction of Route Three
       and your cardiac bypass.
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
     All along the shore,
    folks stared as so-called 'perfect
    waves' kept on breaking.
     
     
    ---
     
     
     The one thing we do
    that's as powerful as Love
    is ... that we Forgive.
     
     
    ---
     
     
     Ah, consistency ...
    It's not just over-rated,
    it's the same old sh*t.
     
     
    ---
     
     
     To illuminate
    is better than to merely shine.
    Teach thinking, not thoughts.

    (St. Thomas Aquinas ... more or less.)
     
     
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    Sitting quietly,
    pondering vissicitudes,
    sure works up a thirst!
     
     
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    tanka haiku: She wore pink spandex
    on her summer vacation ...
    which caused a riot.
     
    Cops came. She was arrested,
    and did a stretch in prison.
     

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    You are determined,
     yellow dandelion, for you
     push through the sidewalk.
     

    ---
     

    On a shady lane,
    there lived a lonely girl that
    dreamed of love fulfilled.
     
    ---
     
     
    Like sails on schooners,
    the bed sheets billowed, while pinned
    to my mom’s clothesline.
     
     
    ---
     
     
    A freshly waxed floor,
    an over-eager puppy …
    hilarity ensues.
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
    Child Labor laws, and
    Forty hour work weeks ... Like 'em?
    Thank the Union folks.
     
     

     
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    Comments

    continuous change,

    internal origami,

    folds without creases.

     

    The car is somewhere.

    Does it remember it's place

    the way I forget?


    by moat on Sat, 08/31/2013 - 2:21pm

     

    Good ones, moat!

     

    Continuous change

    for the ninety nine percent:

    we're nickeled and dimed.

     

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    It's not the way I

    don't do things that matters, it's

    the way I forget

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 08/31/2013 - 4:20pm

    Coming down the steps,

    his wave broke against her frown.

    Driftwood on the sand.

     

     


    by moat on Mon, 09/02/2013 - 8:49am

    Nice, moat.

     

    Driftwood in the sand,

    long removed from livelihood

    this soul-less tree branch.

     

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    Coming down the steps,

    she held onto the handrail

    with a fierce-some grip.

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Mon, 09/02/2013 - 11:47am