The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    Jeez, Is It Friday Afternoon Again Already? The Haikulodeon Knows ...

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 08/16/2013 - 3:21pm |

     

     
     
     
    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     
     
     
     
    Moody clouds roiled through
    the dark sky o'er the harbor ...
    tethered sailboats bobbed.
     
     
    * A remarkable photograph by my friend, Kristina Rebelo. To me, it almost looks like a painting.
     
    ( Photograph copyright 2013 Kristina Rebelo )
     
     
     
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    Comfy and cozy
    and wrapped in a patchwork quilt,
    she sipped some hot soup.
     
     
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    Insistent knocking ... 
    A hot pizza ... delivered
    to the wrong address.
     
     
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    A tangerine sky,
    clouds haunting the horizon,
    lures me into dusk.
     
     
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    The world keeps spinning
    as I lay in a meadow
    watching clouds drift by.
     
     
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    Now is not the time?!
    Now is ALWAYS the time!!
    It's the tense we're stuck in.
     
     
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    Any given day,
    swirling leaves will seem confused
    by the winds of change.
     
     
     
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    Sometimes in my dreams,
    I meet you in Times Square and
    we are "us" again.
     
     
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    tanka haiku:

    Billy and his friend
    rode in a first-class berth from
    London to Dover

    (They pretended they were spies
    on a mission to Marseilles.)
     
     
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    Pulling threads is fine,
    but keep in mind the sweater
    just might unravel.
     
     
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    times-gone-by-kus:

    Crank the Victrola,
    clear away the rugs and give
    the maid the night off!

     

    My best gal and I
    danced and smooched as the band played
    'The Sugarfoot Strut.'
     
     
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    He'd often quibble
    with perceived wisdom, just to
    be an outlier.
     
     
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     Formerly treasured
    knick-knacks in the garbage can?
    The whim of 'the wife.'
     
     
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    Shifting winds. Light rain.
    He unzipped his coat. She closed
    her red umbrella.
     
     
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    She proposes roses,
    he jokes, (or kids), orchids. The
    flowers remained mum.
     
     
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    Her incandescent
    smile failed to light up the room,
    so she lit candles.
     
     
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    As he sat and thought
    of his impact on the world,
    the roof fell on him.
     
     
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    A triple Stand-up haiku:

    Seriously, folks ...
    two analysts in the hall ...
    at least in theory.

    All kidding aside,
    Two analysts in the hall ...
    Study each other.

    (Ba-rump Bump. Cymbal crash)

    Thank you very much
    I'm here until Tuesday, try
    the lemon chicken.
     
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    Thoughts would come to him
    like bolts of lightning, striking
    down old maple trees.
     
     
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     Most annoyances
    don't rise to the level of
    artichokes in beer.

    (Disclaimer: I have no idea where this came from. I have never tried artichokes in beer. It might be delicious. It just sounded funny to me.)
     
     
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    Poets will lurk where
    they can easily observe;
    they hide in plain sight.
     
     
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     Dreary Winter's chore,
    Kindling gathered, he lit
    a small fire of hope.
     
     
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    History repeats
    because people forget to
    plant perennials.
     
     
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    I raise a glass to
    Snoopy on his Birthday. The
    Red Baron salutes.
     
    (Pictured:  Circa 1957: Young MrSmith1 with his Charlie Brown and Snoopy ACTION FIGURES. (Not dolls, dolls are for girls!)
     
     

     

     

     

     

    Comments

    Hats off to Snoopy.

    Your are complaining about a misdirected pizza.

    If you recall I wrote of the time that I was the victim of a misdirected gurney. haaahahah

    The medics arrived at the wrong door. 

    Hell, I would have taken the pizza.  hahhaahahah

    badabump! ha

    I have a joke about artichokes that I really really should not repeat here since it involves my second wife. hahahha

    Love your pix


    by Richard Day on Sun, 08/18/2013 - 2:11am

    The misdirected pizza is a lot funnier when you're the unintended recipient.  The insistent knocking really annoyed me. Then when I open the door, to have a pizza I didn't order, (with Anchovies!), shoved in my face along with a "request" for 24 bucks to pay for the unordered pizza ...Well, it's hard to put all that into a haiku.   LOL

    I want to hear the joke about the artichoke and your second wife.  If you have to, change her name to Mildred to avoid a lawsuit.

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 08/18/2013 - 10:53am

    Artichokes are odd,

    Brussels sprouts, peculiar:

    Hamburger Deluxe.

     

    Window error codes;

    There are so many of them.

    They must reproduce.

     

    Shifting winds, light rain:

    He buttoned up his trench coat,

    She watched the waves break.

     

     


    by moat on Sun, 08/18/2013 - 5:06pm

     

    "Artichokes are odd,

    Brussels sprouts, peculiar:

    Hamburger Deluxe."

     

    That made me laugh out loud!   Thank you moat.  

    The other two are top notch as well.  Excellent!

     

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    Reporting the Blitz,

    Murrow stood in the fog, then

    buttoned his trench coat.

     

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    Windows error codes:

    The one thing Microsoft did

    NOT steal from Apple.

     

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    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 08/18/2013 - 6:59pm