A Too Darn Hot Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

A Too Darn Hot Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 07/19/2013 - 1:06pm |

Here's this week's heap of haikus:

Behind the pool hall,
drunken teens sit quietly,
getting their first tats.

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Is the Art I make,

just revenge for what I've been
forced into being?

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He was bred in Rye,
creamed in Milk River, and laughed
at in Ho-Ho-Kus.

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Will you ever wake?
Or will you dream forever?
Will you ever know?

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haiku re-dux: She laughed wickedly.
Such a chill went up his spine,
that he sneezed ice cubes.

(An oldie, but one of my favorites. It still makes me laugh.)

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tanka haiku: All one ever knows,
Is what they’ve experienced ...
OR taken on faith.

But, like silt in riverbeds,
both can muddy the water.

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Yearning for peaches,
he settled for nectarines …
and hoped for the best.

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Who stares back at you
when you look in the mirror?
Is it friend or foe?

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In the stream of Life,
flow with a swift current to
avoid stagnant pools.

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On a Summer’s day,
an old jalopy sputters
down a dusty road.

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After the downpour,
the neon lights of Broadway
shimmered in puddles.

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Soon it's gonna rain,
I can feel it ... that's because,
I have arthritis.

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In a lonely room,
a writer pecks his keyboard …
then ... Inspiration!

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Aggravating man,
infuriating woman;
Act Three, they're in love.

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A glass of ice cubes,
a pitcher of lemonade,
save me from the heat.

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Siamese twins are
conjoined. Why are Siamese
kittens just confused?

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Somewhere in the deep
recesses of my brain, sleep
forgotten haikus.

---

In basement boxes,
Grandma's Christmas ornaments,
still wait patiently.

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He had come to grips
with his own mortality,
till he found true love.

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Sucker punched by thugs ...
smooched by dames ... he fires his gat ...
(Dreams of film noir.)

---

Whispers in the dark,
then a welcome caress, and
a kiss that lingered.

---

His morals could sway
like willows in the breeze, yet
his heart stayed grounded.

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Though she wished to be
the love of his life, her heart
could yearn no longer.

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tanka haiku:

What's the penalty
for a pre-emptive killing
based on wrong judgments?

Evidently, there is none,
in fact, it's called self-defense.

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tanka haiku:

What is in my mind

can't make anyone guilty

other than myself.

We must distinguish between

self-int'rest and self defense.

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A haiku quartet:

Slyly, quietly,

the fox circled his prey to

find their weakness ... but

he hesitated.

then withdrew. He no longer

had the urge to kill.

Had his heart been changed?

Was it self-protection? Do

Predators pity?

Am I telling lies?

Would a fox not kill their prey?

Well, what do YOU think?

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Comments

Thanks, I enjoyed one about "raised in rye." Do you know how hard it is to get rye bread to rise? That is one heavy flour. Hopefully you have a break in the weather from the heat this week. You just keep getting better.

by trkingmomoe on Mon, 07/22/2013 - 8:31am

Thanks trkingmomoe. I liked the pun of bred/bread in rye, and was trying to think of other towns, besides the infamous Intercourse, PA to use. I may revisit that haiku and either expand it or do a re-write on it sometime down the road. Of course, I find that Ho-Ho-Kus is always funny.

by MrSmith1 on Wed, 07/24/2013 - 6:48am

My smile is legal.

The land itself is on drugs;

Clouds stumble through trees.

Repeat after me.

But it is never the same.

Cat ignores the string.

We were making out.

The noon rush was closing in.

Napkin prints her lips.

by moat on Wed, 07/24/2013 - 7:01pm

moat, these are wonderful.

We could not hear the

cop walk up behind us while

we were making out.

---

Sure, we tried again

but it is never the same.

Donuts dunk but once.

by MrSmith1 on Wed, 07/24/2013 - 11:53pm

A Too Darn Hot Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

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