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    A Solstice-y Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 06/21/2013 - 12:46pm |

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     
     
     
     
     
    Here's my guess as to
    what poor Sandy's thinking; "Help!
    I'm in 'Groundhog Day!'"
     
     
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    As the darkness ebbs,
    the solstice sunrise welcomes
    another Summer.
     
     
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    Only-in-NY-ku:
     
    Twice a week, the cars
    do their morning do-si-do
    for the street sweeper.
     
     
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    A garden pathway,
    Lined with purple violets,
    Absorbs all sadness.
     
     
     
     
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     Guys with lots of bling,
    gold chains, teeth and di'mond rings
    must strut on Broadway.
     
     
     
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    I wandered along
    the tow path of the canal
    'til I found New Hope.
     
     
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    Strolling through meadows
    on a lazy Summer's day ...
    Enjoying fresh air.
     
     
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    He could wish for more,
    but he had enough ... They said
    he lacked ambition.
     
     
     
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    He can't afford to
    listen to his heart while his
    wallet is talking.
     
     
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    She can't understand
    his private loneliness, she's
    focused on her own.
     
     
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     A rainy street. A
    small fireman zooms by on his
    scooter ... Budget cuts.
     
     
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    Her gold charm bracelet,
    clanged against the banister,
    as she climbed the stairs.
     
     
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    tanka haiku: When our old dog died,
    There was no reason for us
    to keep his chew toys.

    But we did. And even now
    they lie on the floor ... waiting.
     
     
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    The kitten struggles;
    its head’s stuck in a box of
    Meow Mix.   Chex-mate.
     
     
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    tanka haiku:
     
    Bittersweet choc’late
    then depressed maple syrup,
    where does it all end?

      With comatose caramels.
    The Domino Sugar theory.
     
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    Wistful reminders
    of what you once meant to me ...
    shoved under my bed.
     
     
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    Nantucket scrimshaw,
    carved in the 1800′s,
    sits on grand-pa's desk.
     
     
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    A quintet of haikus:

    Ah pain ... the revenge
    of the forces of darkness
    which seek to kill hope.

    What may irritate
    one man, another may find
    excruciating.

    Chronic pain can kill
    aspirations and desire;
    in their place, you cope.

    Do not judge others
    for their inability
    to deal with their pain.

    For you can not know
    their threshold ... Just assume it's
    as high as your own.
     
     
     
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    Jump in the water
    outside this museum and
    you would be in Seine.
     
     
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    Time flies, whether it
    is having fun or not. Time
    really hates walking.
     
     
     
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     A butterfly lands
    on a small patch of flowers
    and the world's re-made.
     
     
     
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    Wearing a sweatshirt,
    Nursing a cup of coffee,
    Reading the Funnies.
     
     
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    Bonus poem:
     
     
    Mind over muscles,
    brains versus brawn,
    you can't sweep with a picture
    of a broom that you've drawn.

    You think you can fly, so you stand on a chair
    and flapping your arms, hope to rise in the air.

    But wishes and thoughts may be met with resistance
    when you live in a physical plane of existence.
     
     
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    Bonus photo:  A nearly packed house at the Comic Strip Live in NYC last Thursday, June 13th for the Night of Comedy fundraiser I produced to benefit the Spondylitis Association of America.  Great comics, great crowd, great evening!  (pictured: Spondylitis Association Exec. Director, Laurie Savage.)
     
     
     
     
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    "Having a chronic disease is not the end of the road, it’s simply a course correction. The path to your future still lies ahead of you. The road may now look, and in fact, may be, a bit more bumpy and filled with a few more obstacles, but your path is still there, waiting for you to continue the journey.
     
    Remember, no-one gets a clear playing field. Everyone's path is strewn with obstacles. This chronic disease is simply one of yours. The story of your life will be written about how you found your way around the obstacles, and although living with a chronic disease may mean some sharp turns in the road and some side streets you never anticipated, there are just as many rewards and amazing discoveries waiting for you as there were on the path that you were on before a chronic disease became part of your life." - M.T.S.
     
    I'm going to have my second Kidney stone surgery on Tuesday.  But, as Paul Butterfield so aptly stated:  "Everything's Going to be Alright."  (P.S. If you love great blues harp solos ... this clip is for you.)
     

     

    Comments

    Second surgery?

    Are they panning for more gold?

    Time is a river.


    by moat on Fri, 06/21/2013 - 8:24pm

     

    I did not want one
    kidney to feel neglected,
    so both got big stones.

     

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    If Time's a river,
    Newsweek is a fetid pool.
    And Fox News, a swamp.


     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 06/21/2013 - 10:55pm

    In Seine is good! I mean really gooooooooood!

    tanka haiku: When our old dog died,

    There was no reason for us
    to keep his chew toys.

    I mean, we love our pets and nobody can take that away from us. We are human! hahahah

     

    I was going to get into the films or tv episodes that mirror all of this; but why?

    People bury their dogs with honor and they erect statues--hell Egyptians would create great mummies to represent their cats!

    It seems that our souls cannot discriminate!

    I am sure old Plantation Owners fell in love (regardless of sexual connections) with their slaves just like they would their horses.

    I did prepare one Haiku relating to Paula Deen and then held back because of a vetoe:

    Oh my, Paula Deen

    How could Paula be so mean?
    Would you please come clean?

    It just seems absurd

    That you would use the 'n' word

    Whilst stuffing your birds.

    Good post Mr. Smith!

     


    by Richard Day on Sat, 06/22/2013 - 6:36pm