MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE by Michael Wolraich Order today at Barnes & Noble / Amazon / Books-A-Million / Bookshop |
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.
by moat on Sun, 04/20/2014 - 6:48pm
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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by MrSmith1 on Sun, 04/20/2014 - 11:16pm
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.
by MrSmith1 on Wed, 04/23/2014 - 9:50am
This is wonderful news. Great I hope you win.
by trkingmomoe on Wed, 04/23/2014 - 5:53pm