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

 

 
 
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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