The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
    MrSmith1's picture

    (Vol. 2) A Mostly Pleasant Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

    This week, there was an unusually large heap of haikus.

    This is Volume 2.  Go back and read Volume 1.





    A careful dipping
    of the brush, will ensure a
    steady flow of ink.
     

    --
     
     
     
     Not ev'ry almond
    will taste of perfection, but
    all hold the promise.
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
    the-world-goes-round-ku:

    What lies beyond the
    blue horizon? Isn't it
    more blue horizon?
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
    I don't move stiffly ...
    The rest of the world's too loose.
    See? It's all context.
     
     
    ---
     
     
    It's been said that in
    the wasted pursuits of youth
    live our old-age dreams.
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
     With fabric swatches
    draped over the slipcovers,
    she pondered options.
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
    Golf-ku:
     
     
    He jerked as he swung,
    shanked his drive into the rough,
    then, swore a blue streak.
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
    Driving through small towns,
    my windshield frames images
    I cannot forget.
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
    true-ku: She had a tattoo,
    of a rose on her forearm
    and the phrase, 'Love Stinks'.
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
    With a gleeful squeal,
    the little girl in the park
    discovered the slide.
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
     He opens the door,
    throws his keys on the table,
    And heads for the couch.
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
    In Life, know two things;
    That dog will keep barking, and
    this train's movin' on.
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
    To illuminate
    is better than to merely shine.
    teach to think, not thoughts.

    (St. Thomas Aquinas paraphrased.)
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
    Most scholars know, you
    can't alphabetize chaos ...
    but CAN order fries.
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
    Weary troubadour,
    guitar slung across his back,
    thumb out to hitch-hike.
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
    He was raised by wolves
    yet now dates Red Riding Hood.
    Conflict of int'rest?
     
     
    ---
     
     
    A moonlit whisper
    two lovers in silhouette
    intense affection.
     
     
    ---
     
     
     He'd come to grips with
    his own mortality ... 'til
    he met his true love.
     
     
    ---
     
     
     Blistering come-backs
    bounced through his head, but all he
    could say was, "Oh YEAH?!"
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
    They carved the bough to
    make a prow, which even now
    still floats somehow. Wow.
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
     Row upon row of
    tulips on Park Avenue
    bathe in the sun's warmth.
     
     
    ---
     

     


     


    You-write-the-punchline-contest-ku:

    (Please make sure your entry is in the form of a haiku)

    Why did the monkey
    leave the used banana peel
    on the fire hydrant?
     
     
    Me # 1:
     
     
    He was waiting for
    the bus when he got picked up
    by a gorilla.
     
     
    Me # 2:
     
     
    Do NOT touch a thing!
    The monkey's an artist. It's
    Conceptual Art.
     
     
    Me # 3:
     
     
    So I said to the
    monkey, "Throw it on the ground
    and someone will slip."
     
     
    ---
     
     
       

     
     

    Comments

    I dunno, a lot of simian activity today. hahahaha

    I just received a couple photos from my favorite auntie (daughter) taking my angel to the park. Noela discovered the slide this week. 

    Speaking of moving stiffly, I am running an errand and a charley horse shows up. Damn!

    So I end up this crippled old fat man attempting to 'work it out'.  I must have looked like some homeless goon who was hit by a car or something. hahahah

    Today Tiger ends up with a bad back blaming it on the hotel. Jeeeeez is that hotel in trouble.

    I am just amazed at athletes who are 'getting old' and I am 26 years their elder. hahahaha

    Sorry about this comment; I have lost all consistency. hahahah....or any hope thereof.


     

    Ah, consistency ...

    It's not just over-rated,

    it's the same old shit.

     

     

     

     

     


    The hydrant paid up.

    He was looking for a hat

    that worked with his shoe.

     

    I was raised by wolves.

    Red Riding Hood likes my fur

    but not my manners.

     

    Driving through small towns,

    My windshield gathers insects:

    Where is that Diner?


    Good ones, moat!

     

    Where is that diner?

    The one that serves those pancakes

    with ice cream on top ...

       Near the junction of Route Three

       and my cardiac bypass.

     

    ---