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    A Sweet, Summer Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 07/26/2013 - 1:36pm |

     

     
     
    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     
     
     
    Double haiku: 

    Last time I was there
    Eisenhower was the Prez.
    Now, time to give back.
     
     
     Rheumys and Redcaps,
    Desk clerks helping with my shoes ...
    This was quite a week.
     
     
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    We could not hear the

    cop walk up behind us while

    we were making out.

     

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    Sure, we tried again

    but it is never the same.

    Donuts dunk but once.

     

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    double haiku:

    This physical realm,
    lets spiritual beings,
    experience pain.
     
     
    Live and you’ll know pain;
    All lessons in Life derive
    from this simple fact.
     

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    He put pink socks on
    his fingers and wiggled them.
    She still didn’t laugh.
     

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    An int’resting choice;
    hiding her psoriasis
    under snake tattoos.
     

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    Giving away the
    punch-line of a rival’s joke
    is ... gratifying. 
     

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    In an oblong tin,
    he kept his oolong tea, but
    he'd tinned tea too long.
     
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    After the rainstorm
    shimmering shafts of sunshine,
    broke through the dark clouds.
     
     
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    If you’re seeking out
    the bluebird of happiness,
    lure it with laughter.
     
     
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    The kitten’s whiskers
    brushed across the young girl’s face,
    making her giggle.
     
     
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    Paths to glory run
    through fields of ignominy,
    loathing and defeat.
     
     
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    Cold and rainy nights,
    attract the lonely, for they
    hide the tears they shed.
     
     
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    Polar bears’, she said,
    ‘are the largest carnivals.’
    (She meant carnivores.)
     
     
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    Quietly they slept,
    in a field of bluebonnets;
    his head in her lap.
     
     
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    Eager young puppies
    jump and bark and bounce about
    making toddlers squeal.
     
     
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    double haiku:
     
    Filtering his thoughts,
    he decided not to say
    how he really felt.
     
    For she would just get
    mad and begin to cry, and
    he couldn't take that.
     
     
     
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    He whispers her name,
    as he lies in bed at night,
    so his dreams find her.
     
     
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     She pined for a lad
    who lived quite far away, and
    yearned to be with him.
     
     

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    Overgrown grass hides,
    a long neglected tombstone;
    a child forgotten.
     
     
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    Finding peace-makers
    is never as easy as
    finding warriors.
     
     
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    Thoughts, planted wisely,
    blossom in reluctant minds,
    when the time is right.
     
     
     
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    In the swirls of clouds,
    where we imagine heaven,
    hopes and dreams are formed.
     
     
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    His pulse would quicken
    each time she entered the room …
    Heck, she brought the beer.
     
     
     
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    The fabric of Life;
    From order to chaos, we
    slowly unravel.
     
     
     
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    His tortured soul found
    small measures of contentment
    just beyond its reach.
     
     
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    Sweet and succulent,
    and so artistic, to boot
    what a bowl of fruit!
     
     
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    The Summer sun raised
    beads of sweat on my forehead,
    which ran down my face.
     

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    Comments

    I could be here now.

    The door is open and shut.

    Three opinions.

     

    The double dunk idea needs a haiku response. Haven't found it yet.


    by moat on Sat, 07/27/2013 - 11:24pm

     

    Three opinions

    whether or not 'opinions' 

    is three syllables. 

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    Be here now always

    reminds me of  'est' training.

    Now, be there was then.

     

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    Thanks, moat.  You always inspire me.

     

     

     


     


    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 07/28/2013 - 9:24am

    I think my favorite is this one:

    In an oblong tin,
    he kept his oolong tea, but
    he'd tinned tea too long.

    There's a certain whimsy about it that appeals to me on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

      Whimsical haiku
      Keeps my spirit high today
      Muchas     gracias
     


    by Verified Atheist on Sun, 07/28/2013 - 4:29pm

    Thanks, it's one of my faves too.  

     

    Whimsical haikus

    that spring up inside my head

    always make me laugh.

     

     

     

     

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 07/28/2013 - 6:39pm