MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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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.)
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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.
looked in strangers' faces to
find the familiar.
Now that I am old,
I look in strangers' faces
to find the unique.
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In Life, two choices;
remain bewildered, or seek
clarification.
remain bewildered, or seek
clarification.
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The dark before dawn;
lonely hearts beat quicker in
anticipation.
lonely hearts beat quicker in
anticipation.
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Subtle shades of blue,
I forget what I once knew;
Iris means rainbows.
I forget what I once knew;
Iris means rainbows.
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The role of youth is
to snatch the hands of time from
their elders ... and run!
to snatch the hands of time from
their elders ... and run!
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tanka haiku:
Where is that diner?
The one that serves those pancakes
with ice cream on top ...
The one that serves those pancakes
with ice cream on top ...
Near the junction of Route Three
and your cardiac bypass.
and your cardiac bypass.
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All along the shore,
folks stared as so-called 'perfect
waves' kept on breaking.
folks stared as so-called 'perfect
waves' kept on breaking.
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The one thing we do
that's as powerful as Love
is ... that we Forgive.
that's as powerful as Love
is ... that we Forgive.
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Ah, consistency ...
It's not just over-rated,
it's the same old sh*t.
It's not just over-rated,
it's the same old sh*t.
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To illuminate
is better than to merely shine.
Teach thinking, not thoughts.
(St. Thomas Aquinas ... more or less.)
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!
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.
and did a stretch in prison.
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You are determined,
yellow dandelion, for you
push through the sidewalk.
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On a shady lane,
there lived a lonely girl that
dreamed of love fulfilled.
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Like sails on schooners,
the bed sheets billowed, while pinned
to my mom’s clothesline.
the bed sheets billowed, while pinned
to my mom’s clothesline.
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A freshly waxed floor,
an over-eager puppy …
hilarity ensues.
an over-eager puppy …
hilarity ensues.
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Child Labor laws, and
Forty hour work weeks ... Like 'em?
Forty hour work weeks ... Like 'em?
Thank the Union folks.
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- 2020 reads
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