The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    A Sweltering Friday afternoon at the haiku-lodeon - 06-29-12

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 06/29/2012 - 1:15pm |

     

     

     
     
     
    Here is this week's heap of haikus:
     
     
     
    There will be rainbows
    that sweep across the sky when
    the storms have ended.
     
     
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    Those being drenched may
    not think of how they will
    be blessed by the storm.
     
     
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    A tall vase full of
    perky yellow daffodils
    assuages his guilt.
     
     
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    The scar on his arm
    made his hula-girl tattoo
    appear to wiggle.
     
     
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    A sunny morning
    pries open sleepy eyes and
    urges, 'Re-join Life!'
     
     
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    Shifting winds. Light rain.
    He unzipped his coat. She closed
    her red umbrella.
     
     
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     On the kitchen door,
    she placed a post-it, which read,
    "Turn the oven off."
     
     
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    Will we be known by
    the things that divert us or
    those that focus us?
     
     
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     Anguish and remorse
    re-enforced by solitude,
    will shed bitter tears.
     
     
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     When you enjoy their
    triumphs as much as your own,
    you are amongst friends.
     
     
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    A wastebasket filled
    with crumpled papers means that
    he's making progress.
     
     
     
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     Feeling alone, she
    thought she'd go shopping, but all
    her clothes were hiding.
     
     
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    In musty attics,
    boxes of old photographs
    remember our ghosts.
     
     
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    Telling your fortune
    could lead or mis-lead you ... and
    ruin the surprise.
     
     
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    As you get older
    perspectives change; trivial
    matters fall away.
     
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    A slug of whiskey,
    shot of rye, hit me again,
    here's mud in your eye!
     
     
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    rhyming-haiku:
     
    But, what if our lives
    and all that derives, is, by
    chance, mere happenstance?
     
     
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    The intensity
    of her stare made him wary.
    She's just near-sighted.
     
     
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     A quiet morning.
    She sits in her garden and
    sips her iced green tea.
     
     
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    In his fevered brain,
    his thoughts had room to run, and
    visions to pursue.
     
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    Colored beach balls float
    on incoming waves. Children
    squeal and splash about.
     
     
     
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    tanka haiku: His heart went out to
    the heartless, his soul to the
    soul-less ... and so on.
     
    (fear, feck and daunt went to the
    fearless, feckless and dauntless.)
     
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    Who have you steadied?
    Whose heart have you opened? Whose
    dreams have you unleashed?
     
     
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    We'd be out of luck
    if amoebas got stuck in
    primordial muck.
     
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    cross-posted at www.thehaikulodeon.com
     

    Comments

    Who have you steadied?  That one is spectacular. 

    From the sublime to the ridiculous:

    The intensity

    of her lips made him wary.

    He touched his wallet.

     


    by Oxy Mora on Sat, 06/30/2012 - 10:25am

     

    LOL!  I love your ridiculous!
     

     

    The intensity

    of her lips made collagen

    injections moot points.


    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 06/30/2012 - 11:44am

    The intensity,

    her lips full of collagen,

    objections be damned.

     


    by Oxy Mora on Sat, 06/30/2012 - 2:14pm

     

    The intent to see

    with eyes full of collagen ...

    objects are blurry.

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 06/30/2012 - 2:24pm

    The intent to see

    with eyes full of collagen,

    her lawyer's number. 


    by Oxy Mora on Sat, 06/30/2012 - 2:34pm

    LOL! 

     

    Her plea to sue o'er

    eyes full of collagen, made

    her lawyer numb-er.

     


    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 06/30/2012 - 2:40pm