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    A Snow-covered Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon




    Here's this week's heap of haikus:



    triple haiku:

    Consistency makes
    unimaginative lives
    seem less vacuous.


    Consistent is not
    a value, it's an action.
    (Erratic is too.)


    Be bold when needed,
    steady when necessary.
    Enjoy ups and downs.



    Immortal souls stuck
    inside mortal bodies ... That's
    one of God's jokes, right?




    The blaze of Autumn
    has finally withered and a
    gnarly winter blooms.


    Please prioritize;
    horses go before carts and
    socks on before shoes.




    He buried his fears
    in the pleats of mother's skirt.
    (It still feels like home)




    Snow covered cherries
    hang on their trees, confused by
    global warming trends.


    Snow falling on West Ferry Street in New Hope, PA last Sunday afternoon





    Loose gold plates bang the
    backs of holy heads and thus
    bring Golden Slumbers


    Osservanza Master (Italian, active second quarter 15th century)
    Saint Anthony the Abbot in the Wilderness | ca. 1435

    (bonus related poem: )

    Sewing nuns with nimble thimbles
    wearing very simple wimples.
    sew and stitch which pops their pimples.

    (From Mrs Paul's letter to the Corinthians)




    A tired day must end,
    to let the night begin so
    we may build new dreams.


    (Photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo)




    an open window,
    a breeze blows in from the sea,
    making curtains dance.


    "Wind from the Sea" (1947) -  by Andrew Wyeth



    South of the border
    waking in an unpaid room
    minus a kidney.







    Only jokers pray
    for that lullaby of blues;
    four clubs and a spade.







    They stood, waiting for
    the world to find them
    in Gotham's canyons.




    Bitterly blue day;
    Grape Nuts are not nuts at all ...
    and cheese with mold, stinks.





    A haiku for Martin Luther King Jr.'s Birthday:

    With hearts full of grace,
    and souls generating love
    we shall overcome.








    Xmas Leftover-ku #1



    Dear Lord, I have had
    enough red for one lifetime.
    Yours truly, Santa.





    Xmas-Leftover-ku #2


    If you don't clean that
    Chimney, elves will kill your dog.
    Yours truly, Santa.  









    Ev'rything went dark,
    bluest blue of indigo,
    became burnt umber.




    You're movin' too fast,
    I'm just tryin' to keep up.
    Please darlin' ... slow down.


    (The great Paul Butterfield with the RCO All-Stars)






    Fear is a fabric
    that folds under stress, and when
    in hot water, shrinks ...







    Reaching for the moon
    Is an admirable goal.
    Having patience helps.









    To be committed
    is to fly through each sunset
    in search of the dawn.









    Live a life of love,
    look to better angels, carve
    your own walking stick.






    Pretending we'll meet,
    each time I turn a corner
    makes me walk faster.






    Deer in the headlights!
    Brakes slammed, tires squeal! Seat-belt grabs!
    Adrenaline pumps!





    Moon behind the clouds,
    fields aglow in bluish light,
    as foxes prowl.






    He kept calling her
    in spite of all the danger
    of falling in love.




    Pancakes for dinner ...
    because I'm an adult and
    I'll eat what I want.










    The wind fills our sails,
    we glide 'gainst a golden sky
    Sea salt in our hair.



    (Photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo.)






    When it comes to a
    thermos nuclear war, it's
    bring your own lunch box.








    The most courageous
    words ever spoken, must be,
    'So ... let us go on.'









    A leaf-less tree frames
    a lonely farm-house in the
    middle of nowhere.








    Three annoyed children;
    forced to wear their 'Sunday best'
    on a Saturday!

    (My dad, the youngest child in that photo, would have been 102 years old yesterday.)  



    It's always fun to
    see one's father as a boy ...
    the journey so clear.





    I wish I could have
    known my grandmother, it would
    have explained so much.


    (My father's mother also had a birthday yesterday.
    She would have been 134. She passed away in 1938.)






    (My mom in 1920 enjoying the snow in a suburb of Chicago.)





    No Imprint to see?

    No angel in the snow, eh?

    Boy, can I fix that!

    (you do the haiku)

    Excellent, Flowerchild!!

    when I was a girl

    I saw myself looking down

    now we're together

    HA!!  Excellent, Oxy!!

    (this is embarrassing, ha)


    I am so boring

    The poet inside of me

    Is just not to be


    I hope for the best

    The ice and snow do the rest

    But phone calls help me


    My son calls me twice

    Just do not call me Shirley

    Sean just calls me 'pop'


    My daughter calls me

    Hoping for some sympathy

    I receive some hope





    Candidates all lie

    Oh well some might sympathize

    But cable's boring


    This phone just helps me

    And voices come from my past

    Dreams come true at last

    One month past Solstice

    One month more and I see warm

    Spring will be here soooooooooooooooon




    Hmmm ... Maybe we should write a sitcom, DD ... about nothing ... but in haiku format.  ;)


    If I'm not really

    a lot taller than you think

    I'll eat my mitten!

    And I bet she did too!!  Good one, Missy!!

    Re: Wind from the Sea

    Grandma's curtains flew

    as though they were delighted

    to be touched again.

    Ooooo,  VERY nice, Missy!!  Very nice indeed!!

    Please stay safe, warm and snuggled up through the snowy weekend, my friend.

    Thanks.  I am ensconced for the weekend or possibly longer.  ;-)

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