MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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Yet another Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon
By MrSmith1 on Fri, 04/26/2013 - 2:22pm |
Here's this week's heap of haikus:
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The scent of jasmine
scatters as the door is slammed
and she walks away.
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haiku re-dux:
All the king’s horses,
And all the king’s men, liked their
egg over easy.
And all the king’s men, liked their
egg over easy.
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a haiku quintet:
Life on the frontier
was not easy for Patience,
a young pioneer.
Crouching underneath,
Conestoga wagons, she
did her needlework.
Riding on buckboards
for long afternoons she would
do her homework.
She reached Montana
at the age of eight, and could
read and write ... and sew.
Prairie adventures
would settle into quiet
domesticity.
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In Life, know two things;
The dog will keep barking, and
the train’s movin’ on.
The dog will keep barking, and
the train’s movin’ on.
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He recalled fondly
how, one rainy afternoon,
they ‘shared’ an awning.
how, one rainy afternoon,
they ‘shared’ an awning.
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Sneaking through the dell,
he followed a dried creek bed
and made his escape.
he followed a dried creek bed
and made his escape.
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Bulls in china shops,
should not be given the keys,
to the museum.
should not be given the keys,
to the museum.
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Are you a misfit
and conspire to rebel?
Get in line, my friend.
and conspire to rebel?
Get in line, my friend.
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tanka haiku: I once came across,
some writings in an old book,
scribbled in margins.
some writings in an old book,
scribbled in margins.
They were not profound statements,
Just old, enshrined graffitti.
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Sometimes I’m awake,
When I should be fast asleep,
dreaming I’m awake.
When I should be fast asleep,
dreaming I’m awake.
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After the rainstorm,
the park looked so lush and green
he felt young again.
the park looked so lush and green
he felt young again.
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Summer Stock-ku:
When acting in barns
laughter in the rafters comes
with the whole gestalt.
laughter in the rafters comes
with the whole gestalt.
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Pretty little birds
clinging to branches, swaying
in the morning breeze.
clinging to branches, swaying
in the morning breeze.
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I do much wonder ...
I also do much yearn and
dream of tomorrow.
I also do much yearn and
dream of tomorrow.
(Happy Bday, W. Shakespeare)
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Dear, Brigitte Bardot ...
You inspired rhapsodies,
where has our youth gone?
You inspired rhapsodies,
where has our youth gone?
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Driving blue highways,
seeking out less traveled realms,
small town life endures.
seeking out less traveled realms,
small town life endures.
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He strolled along the
back roads, with his mandolin,
singin' for supper.
back roads, with his mandolin,
singin' for supper.
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The intensity
of this quiet afternoon,
has emboldened me.
of this quiet afternoon,
has emboldened me.
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Take a Spondy to lunch ... :-)
(You probably do know one.)
Thursday June 13th at 8:00 PM at the world famous Comic Strip Live in Manhattan, I will be co-producing a Night of Comedy to Benefit the Spondylitis Association of America. Tickets are $100. and include food, drinks and entertainment. Check out photos from last year's event: The Best Medicine
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THE DUCKS
I was a witness
To magic this wondrous day
I watched the snow melt
From out my window today
Was miraculous!
I saw the snow melt
Into the frozen tundra
The snow disappears!
I swear that I saw
The damn snow evaporate
Right into thin air
Spring sprung right today
A month behind supposedly
Gods make the seasons
Real seasons appear
When they decide to appear
But the ducks were mad!
A month ago, spring
Appeared on the calendar
Screw the damn experts
But our ducks were mad
They arrived in March surprised
And left soon after
But I know the ducks
Will return to our pond soon
Today the Spring sprung!
the end
(the following represents what I feel right now even though it pertains to rain and not snow. Anyway, the ducks are going to be as happy as I am right now!)
by Richard Day on Fri, 04/26/2013 - 5:37pm
Noel Coward's a quack?
Mad ducks and Englishmen swim
in the mid-day sun.
Nice Poem, DD. Glad to hear Spring has finally arrived in your neck of the woods.
(I started to right neck of the weeds, which is probably funnier, but never mind that.)
by MrSmith1 on Fri, 04/26/2013 - 9:32pm
Workers of the World,
diverge into your own life.
Is that what Marx said?
by moat on Wed, 05/01/2013 - 9:35pm
I believe Marx said,
"Of course, in Alabama,
the Tuscaloosa."
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tanka haiku:
May Day came and went.
The world's workers united ...
Things were still hopeless.
For corp'rate greed had sucked all
life out of them and the world.
by MrSmith1 on Wed, 05/01/2013 - 10:24pm