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:
tanka haiku: On Omaha Beach,
the allied forces changed the
world as we know it.
Looking back 70 years,
what was done there still awes us.
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a tanka haiku warning:
Don't wear pink spandex
on your Summer vacation,
it will cause riots.
Cops will come, then you'll get 'pinched',
and do a stretch in prison.
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The more I focus
on subtle details, the more
I'm drawn into Life.
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Triangular lots
led to Flatiron buildings,
Twenty-three Skidoo!
Samuel Halpert (American, 1884–1930) - The Flatiron Building - 1919
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Resolve by any
other name is stubbornness.
I'm full of resolve.
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Mad dogs and English
muffins can get badly burnt
by mid-day 'Sunbeams.'
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Swirling embers rise,
riding a smoky breeze, then
die, and fall to earth
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A downtown cafe …
lovers cuddle in a booth,
sharing fajitas.
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To remember love
is to journey through the soul
and restore the heart.
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A tall glass of juice,
is no substitute for a
big mug of coffee.
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A dark, grey morning
Serious people crowd me
I can’t help but laugh.
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Locked in a body
that can no longer run, he
decides he'll just walk.
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We laughed ’til we hurt,
for we’d stumbled upon, a
universal truth.
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A sincere heart is,
more likely to change the world,
than a reasoned thought.
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When daffodils bloom,
near the edge of one’s garden,
passers-by may pluck.
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As she walked away,
I brought my hands to my face
to hold in my dreams.
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A wind-swept plateau
where the sky looms large, as in
a John Ford western.
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Rain evaporates,
Autumn leaves will decompose,
Snow melts. Life happens.
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Dispositions change.
Mindsets frequently evolve.
Never close a door.
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When I’m all alone,
in my mind and in my heart,
you reverberate.
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She stirred the stew and
sprinkled with pepper, while she
glanced out the window.
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Though old of age, he
felt he still had tales to tell,
and trails to wander.
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That big old elm tree,
it knows my heartaches and has
heard my confessions.
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When she was away,
he would sit in his room and
listen to sad songs.
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Young eyes hold magic;
look into them ... you'll see the
world as it could be.
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Hippie drug slang like
Bogart, roach and Mary Jane …
seem “quaint” now, don't they?
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An old weathered rope,
hangs ’round a lonely fence-post,
purpose forgotten.
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Weary troubadours,
guitars slung across their backs,
slouch in waiting rooms ...
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tanka haiku:
Ev’ry night he’d dance
through the streets of Paris with
the love of his life.
Ev’ry day he’d go to work
and wait for the sun to set.
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Wanderlust re-born
when the circus passed through town,
Now he clowns around.
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double haiku:
When I was young, I
looked in strangers' faces to
find the familiar.
Now that I am old,
I look in strangers' faces
to find the unique.
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(And finally ... I came across this old one the other day. It still makes me laugh ... )
Tanka Haiku:
Instead of eating
a can of peas, she gobbled
up the canapes.
Now, despite her man's pleas, she
can't fit under canopies.
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Comments
Whatever the scene,
nobody likes to get played:
Manipulation.
Fingers on the scale;
Watching as the deal goes down;
People at the door.
The heart is stupid:
Finding all coordinates
through itself alone.
by moat on Tue, 06/10/2014 - 9:07pm
Wonderful, moat!! I especially like the last one...
Although Love is blind,
the heart can be quite stupid ...
which evens things up.
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A good Deli-man
never lets you notice their
finger's on the scale
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by MrSmith1 on Tue, 06/10/2014 - 11:46pm