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    A Showery Friday Afternoon in July at the Haikulodeon

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 07/20/2012 - 1:09pm |

     

     

     
     
    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     
     
     
     
     Stop ... Listen to me.
    Nothing will last. Got it? Good.
    Now go out and play.
     
     
     
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    Summer's mystery;
    How can it be cold and still
    be hot and muggy?
     
     
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    He ogled chorines
    who danced in scanty costumes
    and winked back at him.
     
     
     
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    You can regret parts
    of your past, and yet still have
    hope for your future.
     
     
     
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     His freezer's full of
    popsicles, frozen treats and
    watered-down ice cubes.
     
     
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    double haiku: One-eyed man met a
    one-armed gal; she was leggy,
    he was two-fisted.

    They went to Vegas,
    where he was blind-sided, and
    she was a bandit.
     
     
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    While they were waltzing,
    he suddenly realized ...
    she's still beautiful.
     
     
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    You know how Life is -
    Dull ... 'til something comes along
    and lights up your heart.
     
     
    (My friend David's response:)

    Life dull? With sharp knives
    'round ev'ry corner ready
    to chop up one's heart?
     
     
    My response #1:
     
    Sharp knives, round corners,
    Hearty souls, and soulful hearts,
    Get movin, chop, chop!
     
    My response #2:
     
     'Round ev'ry corner,
    and you'll never get squared. But
    take heart, you've got chops.
     
     
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     At the sky's edges,
    mountaintops still pierce the clouds,
    to peek at heaven.
     
     
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     The flowers were left
    leaning 'gainst the headstone, for
    no-one had a prayer.
     
     
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    Art has such power;
    it can sing to our hearts, the
    songs our minds can't hear.
     
     
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    Warmed-over coffee
    fills my mug like an old friend
    that's slept on the couch.
     
     
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    After the downpour,
    the neon lights of Broadway
    shimmered in puddles.
     
     
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    double haiku: We struggle, at times,
    remembering our loved ones,
    but vow, they won't fade.

    So, the old stories, though
    familiar, are re-told, to
    refresh our spirits.
     
     
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     He's considered dull,
    just muddling through Life, yet
    his heart slays dragons.
     
     
     
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    Ev'ry Flea Market
    has old folks who'll wrestle you
    for Fiestaware.
     
     
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     It's a great day when ...
    baseballs get hurled, mom's hair's curled,
    and the flag's unfurled ...
     
     
     
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    Woody Guthrie haiku:
     
    Ain't got 'do, re mi?'
    All they'll call you's deportees,
    This land belongs to ...?
     
     
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    He's got vertigo,
    you can bet he's sure to go
    falling down the stairs.
     
     
     
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    Marble-sized hailstones
    bounced off air conditioners
    in the East Village.
     
     
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    Cross-posted at: www.thehaikulodeon.com
     
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    Comments

    You think life is fun?

    Go up and straighten your room.

    Ice cream truck is here!

     


    by Oxy Mora on Sat, 07/21/2012 - 9:37pm

     

    Nice.

     

    Ice Cream truck is here!
    Maaaaaaa! Can I have a quarter?!
    I'll pay you right back!

     


    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 07/21/2012 - 9:47pm

    Always a pleasure to read these. Thanks, Mr.Smith.


    by Oxy Mora on Sat, 07/21/2012 - 11:43pm