A New Year Begins at the Haikulodeon

A New Year Begins at the Haikulodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 01/04/2013 - 12:58pm |

Here's this week's heap of haikus:

As the old year wanes,
the new year waits for its cue.
I pace nervously.

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Because humans don't
have reset buttons ... we had
to invent "New Years."

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Start over once more.
You have not failed, you've earned the
opportunity.

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Good to know; though you
can't alphabetize chaos,
you can order fries.

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An old weathered rope,
hangs 'round a lonely fence-post;
purpose forgotten.

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In Grandma's parlor,
quiet domesticity ...
and a sleeping cat.

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There, at her bedside,
were her friends and family;
'Welcome back from Oz.'

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Mind all aflutter,
She left her glasses at home
and her keys at work.

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Living with a dog,
means there's likelihood for an
adventure today.

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A wooden bucket
with its bottom rotted out,
should be redefined.

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Careless flirtations,
imprudent actions cause pain.
But love will survive.

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A glorious day
seeps through my window shades, and
makes my fears retreat.

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Sadly, I awake
to find my dreams have ended
and the world still turns.

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tanka haiku:

If what you believe,
demands willful ignorance,
you will not succeed ...

for the light of truth is found
in all that truly prospers.

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tanka haiku:

Horizontal lines,
adjust the Vertical Hold,
play with Rabbit Ears.

TVs were simple once. Now,
we need to call Tech Support.

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What could be greater
than coaxing a smile from a
shy, unhappy child?

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She recalls fondly
how one rainy afternoon
they 'shared' an awning.

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Are you a misfit
and conspire to rebel?
Get in line, my friend.

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Sometimes I'm awake,
When I should be fast asleep,
dreaming I'm awake.

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I find solitude

on a hand-carved wooden bench
near the bridle path.

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He waits nervously,
hears his cue, boldly enters ...
"Tis I!" (sans trousers)

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Have you seen my thoughts?
They sometimes wander through here,
searching for meaning.

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I am in the depths

The depths of what I don't know

And I just got paid!

God knows what real depths

I would find; without the pay

Looking for the source!

Looking for the source?

Aaaah, the source of real despair

Must be disrepair

If down in the dumps

The beginning of the year

What more might I fear?

So I write my blogs

And I feign to really count

When I really don't

Chin up they would say

Things could always be much worse

I could be lost-ed

forever and a day

I shall awake tomorrow

And be less afraid

And why tomorrow

After all, after all I

Have really been paid!

The end

(why do I do this?)

by Richard Day on Fri, 01/04/2013 - 10:35pm

Nice, DD. Thanks for being in such a similar mindset.

"Ahhh the source of real despair must be disrepair." Ain't it the truth?

Rooting through garbage;
not the same as feeling you
are down in the dumps.

by MrSmith1 on Fri, 01/04/2013 - 11:58pm

Someone asked Orion how he became the Dag expert on SSRIs (or some question close to that) and I thought of this one:

The job was open

Orion showed interest

Dag said "It's yours."

by erica20 on Fri, 01/04/2013 - 11:25pm

One syllable shy in the last line. Try "Dag said, "it's all yours."

Other than that, really excellent, Erica!

P.S. Thanks for reading my stuff. Sometimes I think it's just DD and me having a private conversation. hahaha

P.P.S.

Poet Laureate
by default? ... It could be verse.
It might have to rhyme.

by MrSmith1 on Sat, 01/05/2013 - 12:11am

Oops, sorry--it was meant to be "So dag said."

I panicked on the delivery.

by Anonymous (not verified) on Sat, 01/05/2013 - 1:53am

Oh, man, I just saw this comment pop up and it's a weird one. LOL.

I did not know that Dag is actually one homogeneous entity that answers questions. It's good to know it is.

by Orion on Sat, 01/05/2013 - 8:42am

Hey! Who are you calling a homo genius? I ain't neither!

(Not that there's anything wrong with that.)

Sarcastic-ku:

Dagblog is a mush ...
of writers who all speak as
One.... Oh yeah, that's right.

by MrSmith1 on Sat, 01/05/2013 - 9:29am

Yeah. We're known far and wide as the magic 8 ball of political commentary sites.

by Anonymous (not verified) on Sat, 01/05/2013 - 9:34am

Knocked down or knocked up,

English compares this with that:

A bird in both hands.

The song reveals the singer:

Sad but true, honest, and mad.

by moat on Sun, 01/06/2013 - 6:24pm

moat goes tanka ... nice.

Comparing this, that

and the other, demands that

we be judgmental.

by MrSmith1 on Sun, 01/06/2013 - 10:36pm

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