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    The Very First Second Friday Afternoon of The Year at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     


    New Years Resolution-ku:

    Here's to hoping that
    the treadmill we're on, does not
    go any faster.

     

     

     

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    Diner-ku:

     

    Short stack of pancakes,
    coffee on the side ... Eat. Drink.
    Pay my tab and go.

     

     

     

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    Fitful nights will end.
    Sleep will overtake sadness.
    Things will be alright.

     

     


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    As the old year waned,
    new years waited for its cue.
    I paced nervously.
     
     
     
     
     
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    A wooden bucket
    with its bottom rotted out,
    should be redefined.
     
     
     
     
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    Careless flirtations,
    imprudent actions cause pain.
    But love will survive.
     
     
     
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    A glorious day
    seeps through my window shades, and
    makes my fears retreat.
     
     
     
     
     
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    Because humans don’t
    have reset buttons … That's why
    we needed “New Years.”
     
     
     
     
     
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    Start over once more.
    You have not failed, you’ve earned the
    opportunity.

     

     

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    Longing for my wife;
    We met in Washington Square
    She left in a cab.

     

    Max Kuehne, Washington Square, 1913

     

     

     


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    Never bend over
    near an open window or
    it'll be curtains.

     

     

    Edward Hopper, Night Windows, 1928

     

     

     

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    tanka haiku:

    I went for a walk.
    The dog came with me, but then,
    he saw a rabbit.

    Off he flew through snowy fields,
    chasing the hare.  I walked home.

     

    Vincent Van Gogh, Landscape with Snow, 1888


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    tanka haiku:

    A carriage driver
    smokes his pipe while waiting
    for another fare.

       The rain had stopped, but there was
       still quite a chill in the air.

     

    ( Central Park. New York, 1900 )

     

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    Next week is my sister's birthday.  She will be 69.  Here she is sitting in a wagon our father made for her.

     

     

     

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    I have quit my quilt
    now I yank at my blanket
    to keep myself warm.

     

     

     

     

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    Betwixt or between,
    besotted or bewildered,
    belittled? Just be.

     

     

     


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    On the Seventh day
    of January, we will
    have eaten our herbs.

     

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    The still of the night
    in the dreams I am having,
    there is always you.

     

     


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    A small bird swoops down,
    then hops along the sidewalk,
    pecking at litter.

     

     

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    Huge calamities!,
    Sinister catastrophes!,
    It's hyperbole!

     

     


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    The doctor's office;
    where sick folks get together
    to read magazines.

     


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    Fog on the shore road.
    A man on a bicycle
    lost in more than thought.

     

     

     

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    Sweep the pine needles
    Take the cards from the mantle
    Cleaning up Christmas.

     

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    As the chaos fades,
    I pause to think hard about
    where to go from here.

     

     

     


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    He sat in his room
    and played a lonely waltz on
    his concertina.

     

     


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    I love old photos
    within their frames, so many
    stories still reside.

     

     


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    tanka haiku:

    A curve in the road
    the shadow of her house loomed
    over the lovers

       who paused on their way home to
       express their intimacy.

     

     

    "Cottages at Auvers, near Pontoise,"   by Camille Pissarro


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    A cold wind will blow
    o'er any innovation
    'til it catches fire.

     

     

     

     

     

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    Juxtaposition
    is still an important part
    of composition.


    Alfred Stieglitz (American, 1864–1946) | Two Towers - New York | 1911

     

     

     

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    On a cold, clear morn,
    a church in the distance is
    framed by the bare trees.

     

     

     

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    I yearn for Spring, when
    lilacs in the front yard bloom
    and eager hearts melt.

     


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    With each sun rise,
    the dramas of Life resume
    and we step onstage.

     

     

     

     

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    Impetuous youth,
    you never fail to make your
    older self look bad.

    (a disgustingly youthful MrSmith1 posing outside the Metropolitan Museum circa 1976.)

     

     

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    In this lonely place,
    the shadows offer solace
    to wretched refuse.

     

     


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    The radiator
    sputters back to life ... There is
    frost on the window

     

     


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    Over-heard-ku:


    "Hand me my tickets."
    "Don't you play the lottery?"
    "I have not won ... yet."


    Here's hoping tomorrow night. ;-)


     

     

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    Willows will whisper
    dogwoods have to bark, but the
    mums ... must say nothing.

     

     

     

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    A nurse hovers o'er
    an unresponsive patient.
    Can she let him go?

     

     

     

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    His mind would wander,
    but it knew not to stray far
    from the neighborhood.


     

     

     

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    tanka haiku:

    They say black orchids
    are mysterious, and a
    harbinger of death.

    But orchid comes from the Greek
    word for testicle ... So nu?

     

    (This is an old one, but it still makes me smile.)

    Thanks to Kristina Rebelo for the use of her photograph

     


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    What you are drawn to,
    has within it, the lesson
    that you need to learn.

     

     


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    Dimly lit streetlamps
    dot a snowy path that winds
    through Riverside Park.


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    Winter joggers in
    spandex tights and mittens, run
    or freeze their assets.

     

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    Riding Metro North
    Snowy landscapes flying past,
    I mull the future.

     

     

     

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    Comments

    Challenge haiku

    Where'd the baby go?

    Her giggle, his handiwork:

    cute personified.


    Ha!  Excellent, Missy!!

    Dad took an orange crate,
    made a wagon for his girl
    called Vicki's Express.


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