The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    A Prayer-Filled Good Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

     

     

      Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     


      The Easter Bunny
      scared her so much, she went to
      church without a peep.


      (My sister and the Easter Bunny circa 1949.)


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     tanka haiku: There is a sad fear
     that's buried deep in our hearts;
     that no love will last.

       So we pray that Time's not cruel
       and good memories won't fade.

     


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      Things appear better.
      it may be just illusion,
      but I'm buying it.

     

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      Tanka haiku:

      For long term illness,
      Life on a biologic,
      Is no miracle.

       It's a reminder of what
       might have been ... and that's enough.


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      Hiding in the field,
      he overheard ev'rything ...
      then figured things out.


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      There's a twilight time
      between dusk and eve'ning that
      nurtures reflection

     


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      Dogwoods are in bloom
      around the traffic circle,
      bumper to blossom.

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      Easter massacre!
      A headless choc'late bunny
      lies amidst his peeps!

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      Hanging at Starbucks ...
      The Algonquin Roundtable ...
      Compare and contrast.

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       We all have struggles,
      but is pain your burden ... or
      what gives you purpose?


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      Goth gals with pierced cheeks
      wander through the East Village
      'making a statement.'

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      An island sunset,
      the sky aglow with passion ...
      Why aren't you with me?

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      tanka haiku:
     
      Standing on the beach,
      looking at the ocean, I
      ponder Life's journey.

       What makes me laugh, is to think
       that seagulls do the same thing.
     
     
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      Too many wind chimes,
      not enough jello shots; the
      story of her life.
     
     
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      He framed her photo
      in the hope that her spirit
      would never leave him.

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      In the darkest night,
      there remains an ember which
      will re-light the dawn.
     
     
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      A sliver of moon,
      slicing through the clouds, restless
      shadows roam the fields.
     

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      I remain in awe
      of the lives that have touched mine;
      each brought a lesson.
     
     
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      It does not add up,
      that the way to multiply,
      is through division.
     
     
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      Her deepest regret,
      was that she'd let him go ... and
      now he won't come back.
     
     
     
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      A garden pathway,
      lined with purple violets,
      absorbs all sadness.
     
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      The weekend hunter,
      tripped on a pine cone. Even
      the dog rolled his eyes.
     
     
     
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      He was mesmerized,
      not by her beauty, but by
      how sweetly she laughed.
     
     
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      Ah, yellow daisies ...
      even weeping willows will
      smile when they appear.
     
     
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      Cherry blossoms bloom
      along the Potomac as
      scoundrels lie with thieves.
     
     
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      As Spring emerges,
      crocuses and daffodils
      greet me while I stroll.
     
     
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      As I go about
      my day, I seek out flowers
      for I crave their joy.

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      Inside my small world
      are infinite galaxies
      for me to explore.
     
     

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      When you're feeling lost,
      be brave and don't hesitate,
      in asking for help.

     

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      How does one handle,
      all the pain and suffering?
      Focus on others.


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      Nervously, he waits,
      then hears his cue, and enters,
      'Hail Prince!' (sans trousers.)
     

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      tanka haiku:

      I confess; I wore
      paisley ascots, bell-bottoms
      and nehru jackets.

        But it was the Sixties, man.
        We were all a bit crazy.
     

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      The billowing sails,
      The churning, white-capped waters,
       grey skies at ebb tide.


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      She blinked, he winked ... then,
      He waited ... she fainted ... then,
      They shared a good laugh.
     

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      Sprawled on an ice floe,
      you tend to forget that you're
      heading for the falls.

     


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      All the king's horses,
      And all the king's men, liked their
      egg over easy.

     


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      Once again he tried
      running around the backyard ...
      but the kite won't fly.
     

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      In Life, know two things;
      The dog will keep barking, and
      the train's movin' on.

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      A remote forest,
      where towering trees shelter,
      delicate flowers.
     

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      Moon behind the clouds,
      fields aglow in bluish light,
      predators still prowl.

     

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    Comments

    Bunny is scary.

    The baby with the cigar

    freaks me out much more.

     

    My God is your God.

    Pascal wrote that on a page

    hidden in his shirt.


    LOL, moat!

     

    That's NOT a cigar!
    I guess sometimes photo-shop
    needs to be employed.

     

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    Oh my God, what was

    Jimmy Page doing hiding 

    in old Pascal's shirt?

     

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    Breaking News ...  My haiku submission has been selected as a finalist for the New York Times Haiku Challenge. Should know in a couple of days if it made the final cut.  

    Woo-Hoo!
     


    A garden pathway
    lined with purple violets
    absorbs all sadness.


    This is wonderful news. Great I hope you win.