The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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A Showery Friday Afternoon in July at the Haikulodeon

 

 

 
 
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
 
Also check out my next AS awareness raising project:  www.HowmanySpondys.com
 
 
 
 

Comments

You think life is fun?

Go up and straighten your room.

Ice cream truck is here!

 


 

Nice.

 

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

 


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


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