MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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Yet another Friday afternoon at the haiku-lodeon.
By MrSmith1 on Fri, 03/23/2012 - 2:40pm |
This week's heap of haikus:
tanka haiku: Would you trust YOUR life
to a stranger's 'assumptions'
about who you are?
to a stranger's 'assumptions'
about who you are?
When they 'stand their ground', can they
perceive the blood on their hands?
perceive the blood on their hands?
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In front of the bank,
a man asks for spare change, while
dogs bark noisily.
a man asks for spare change, while
dogs bark noisily.
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The boy was upset ...
there's a hole in his pocket
and his 'stuff' is gone!
there's a hole in his pocket
and his 'stuff' is gone!
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Scheming violets
tumble o'er the garden's edge
in search of their roots.
tumble o'er the garden's edge
in search of their roots.
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double haiku: The most flirtatious
women, can not turn my head.
(damn this neck fusion.)
They can, however,
make me pivot and sometimes
that's even better.
women, can not turn my head.
(damn this neck fusion.)
They can, however,
make me pivot and sometimes
that's even better.
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Art has such power;
it can sing to our hearts, songs
our minds can not hear.
it can sing to our hearts, songs
our minds can not hear.
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Hidden in boxes
were a flood of poems, which
explained ev'rything.
were a flood of poems, which
explained ev'rything.
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My calico cat
has all sorts of adventures
while I am at work.
has all sorts of adventures
while I am at work.
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In the far corner
of my garden, near the fence,
purple asters bloom.
of my garden, near the fence,
purple asters bloom.
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A lovely Spring day
brings people out of doors and
out of their doldrums.
brings people out of doors and
out of their doldrums.
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Her words, so honest.
Her self-critique inspired.
Peace within her grasp.
Her self-critique inspired.
Peace within her grasp.
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Lanterns on porches
keep lonely vigils; shining
till our hope returns
keep lonely vigils; shining
till our hope returns
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.Are you a beacon?
Shine your light so others see.
Enlighten the world.
Shine your light so others see.
Enlighten the world.
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Sitting in a church,
wondering how I got there ...
I mean, Ohio.'
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You don't always know,
When you have stepped from a field,
Into a meadow.
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While dealing the hand,
he noticed the six of clubs,
lying on the floor.
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She leaned and whispered,
'I will never forget you',
But, by May, she had.
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Hailing a taxi,
her scarf flutters in the breeze,
God, I wish she'd stay.
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Sitting on my roof,
watching the moon peeking out,
from behind storm clouds.
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When I'm all alone,
In my heart and in my mind,
You reverberate.
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Laughter's a rainstorm,
that washes away the gloom,
and cleanses the mind.
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A 'souped-up' roadster,
screamingly revs its engine,
then lays some rubber.
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Double haiku: The out-of-towner
asks the bagel store worker,
"What's the softest one?"
To which the worker,
Replies, "The softest bagel,
would be a croissant."
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Comments
A theme of misplaced items and random locations.
The wood lets you know
when the chisel shapes the hand;
Skill is a garden.
by moat on Sun, 03/25/2012 - 2:00pm
It's funny, I'm almost never aware that there are themes. But when you point them out, they seem so obvious. Thank you for your insights.
Nice haiku, btw.
Skill's a garden that
grows when we attend it and
withers from neglect.
by MrSmith1 on Sun, 03/25/2012 - 3:58pm