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 ...

 

 
 
 
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


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.

 

 


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.

 

 


 

"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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