The batch from the past week:
haiku: 'King of the Cowboys',
He fought the bad guys and sang
'Happy Trails to you ...'
(Roy Rogers - born 11/05/1911- died 07/06/1998)
haiku: Mind all aflutter,
She left her glasses at home
and her keys at work.
Will you please turn back?
Your clocks that is, this weekend.
(Too much daylight saved.)
Sitting on the curb,
the boy watches the runners;
"I think I'll do that."
At the water's edge,
a beachcomber contemplates
a scallop seashell.
There, at her bedside,
were her friends and family;
'Welcome back from Oz.'
He was raised by wolves,
but tutored by nightingales,
so, he howls on key.
alternate version:
I was raised by wolves,
I'm dating Red Riding Hood.
Conflict of int'rest?
They spent All Souls Day,
still stuck in Purgatory.
Heaven help them ... please.
tanka haiku: The 96th Street
ramp to the West Side Highway;
a thing of beauty.
A tree-lined curved underpass
with a view of the Hudson.
The green poker chip,
hidden in his vest pocket,
kept him in the game.
Some signs reveal truths,
and some try to sell you stuff;
words can open hearts.
Emphatic rainbows,
Strew their colors 'cross the sky
Nothing's black or white.
In Grandma's parlour,
quiet domesticity,
and a sleeping cat.
And so, moving on,
he gave up all his comforts,
to find a new path.
As I fall asleep,
whispers of memories drift
through my consciousness ...
Bags full of candy,
('Goodies' gleaned on Halloween),
Seldom last a week.
Sunny Sunday morn,
Where's my winter wonderland?!
It's melted away.
Saturday snowfalls,
kids still get the day off, and
parents still shovel.
Outside, snowflakes fall,
comfy in my bungalow,
time for hot cocoa.
Mind all aflutter,
She left her glasses at home
and her keys at work.
Comments
Thanks again.
"Grandma's Parlour". Perfect.
Halloween candy
spread all over the carpet
she always got more.
by Oxy Mora on Fri, 11/04/2011 - 3:41pm
Nice.
Sibling rivalries
get bitter when it comes to
Halloween candy.
by MrSmith1 on Fri, 11/04/2011 - 4:08pm
Good one.
I still don't know where she got all of those damned tootsie rolls.
by Oxy Mora on Fri, 11/04/2011 - 4:56pm
Thanks. That made me laugh out loud. :-)
I think tootsie rolls were competing with mary janes when I was a kid for most bagged candy at Halloween.
by MrSmith1 on Fri, 11/04/2011 - 5:33pm
Yeah, when I was a kid they handed out Mary Jane in my neighborhood, too…
by Verified Atheist on Sat, 11/05/2011 - 8:10pm
Hippie drug slang like
Bogart, Roaches, Mary Jane ...
Seems a bit quaint now.
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Smoking pot in school,
In my dorm room nodding off,
Sleeping through finals.
by MrSmith1 on Sun, 11/06/2011 - 1:33am
I don't know why hot cocoa tastes so good when the ground is snow-covered.
And Grandma...
Well I have made it clear several times that my Roman Catholic Grandma was the meanest white woman in Minnesota. hahahahahaha
Oh but she could cook.
And she played the piano and sang like Jeannette McDonald. hahahaah
Great memories Smith!
by Richard Day on Sat, 11/05/2011 - 6:57pm
Aaaah, Sweet mystery
Of life at last I found you
But only on film
by Donal on Sat, 11/05/2011 - 8:17pm
This is genius. And it confirms that "Mel Brooks" is the Earl of Oxford.
by Doctor Cleveland on Sun, 11/06/2011 - 10:59pm
I have often wondered what having grandparents would have been like. I never knew any of mine, mostly because they died before I was born. Fortunately, I was able to use my mother's godparents as my substitute grandparents, so I did have the occasional old person to go to for a dime for the ice cream man when my parents said it was too close to dinnertime. ahhh, memories indeed.
by MrSmith1 on Sun, 11/06/2011 - 1:48am