The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    Sunny Summer Friday afternoons at the Haikulodeon

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 07/13/2012 - 12:25pm |

     

     
     
    This week's heap of haikus:
     
     
    A couple cuddles
    outside of the Guggenheim,
    then waits for a cab.
     
     
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    a small chair in a
    nearly empty apartment
    offers no comfort.
     
     
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    A Double Dooley haiku:

    "Mr. Dooley" said
    That "Politics ain't beanbag."
    (If only it were ...)

    "Dooley" also said
    "All politics is local ..."
    (All subways express.)



    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finley_Peter_Dunne
     
     
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    On Avenue A,
    scores of school-age skateboarders,
    crowd hippies on bikes.
     
     
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    She wore a flower
    neatly placed behind her ear,
    then, she danced for him.
     
     
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    tanka haiku: God, aren't you watching?
    Can't you see the mess we're in?
    Okay, stop laughing.

    I know You gave us free will ...
    (We don't know how to use it.)
     
     
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    A nymph cavorting
    amidst a field of daisies,
    sings a joyful song ...
     
     
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    Being unemployed
    will lighten your income and
    darken your outlook.
     
     
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    History repeats
    because most people forget;
    Plant perennials.
     
     
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    Reading comic books
    and playing travel bingo
    got us to Grandma's ...
     
     
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    Slowly sweltering ...
    Sy's Summer seersucker suits;
    saavy selections.
     
     
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    Loathsome people too,
    have that tiny piece of God,
    which hides inside us.
     
     
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    A college dorm room
    in the middle of the night;
    quantum mechanics.
     
     
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    Our paths never crossed,
    and yet, they almost entwined.
    Thank God for the fork.
     
     
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    Dream of the mundane,
    wake and deal with illusions ...
    Something's not quite right.
     
     
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     He'd been wined and dined,
    he'd sinned ... and been forgiven.
    Now, he should give back.
     
     
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    An oak balustrade
    framed the staircase as it poured
    into the lobby.
     
     
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    Coral begonias,
    offer quite a contrast
    to those yellow mums.
     
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    Hiding in shadows,
    waiting for the sun to set,
    and bad moon to rise.
     
     
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    (I missed a day last weekend, which prompted this ...)
     
     
    tanka haiku: Haiku hiatus?
    Conscript us? Or whipped us? Or
    just simply tripped us?

    No, I'm just being funny,
    t'was too hot and too sunny.
     
     
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