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Singin' the Blues on a Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 10/07/2016 - 6:21pm |

Slouched in a corner,
of a dingy juke joint, a
young man learns the blues.

A Wind-Swept Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 09/30/2016 - 3:26pm |

Here's this week's heap of haikus:

He buried his fear
in the pleats of mother's skirt.
( ... wiped his nose there too.)

---

Fear is a fabric
that folds under stress, and when
in hot water, shrinks.

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Finally, a Finely Fried Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 09/23/2016 - 6:16pm |

In that 'long ago',
all of us are ever young ...
never more alive.

A Deplorable/Adorable Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 09/16/2016 - 6:09pm |

Thoughts, planted wisely,
blossom in reluctant minds,
when the time is right.

Autumn in Hiding on a Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 09/09/2016 - 4:27pm |

Here's this week's heap of haikus:

A golden surfer
rides a quiet wave to shore
the world is at peace.

THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL

By Richard Day on Wed, 09/07/2016 - 9:14pm |

This link got to me.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/stacey-skrysak/why-im-the-mom-crying-at-_b_11793692.html?

This mother lost two of three triplets, evidently and it recounts her taking her four year old to preschool for the first time and then LEAVING HER THERE. hahahhah

My granddaughter is going to her first day of preschool on Monday, next.

The parents had to work out the delivery system as well as the recovery system.

Yet Another Laborious Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 09/02/2016 - 4:14pm |

Here's this week's heap of haikus:

Autumn taught 'em, when
the first leaf falls from a tree
Summer soon will wane.

( I saw that first leaf today, lying quietly on the sidewalk.)

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A Feckless, Freckled Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 08/26/2016 - 4:39pm |

Drunk and bewildered ...
Well, here I am, 2 PM.
Heck, what day is it?

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A Sunny and Summer-y Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 08/19/2016 - 5:49pm |

A rusty Ford coupe
parked in the driveway of a
two room bungalow.

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D'NESH VS. HITCHENS

By Richard Day on Wed, 08/17/2016 - 3:27pm |

A Semi-Final Heat on a Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 08/12/2016 - 5:29pm |

Here's this week's heap of haikus:

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Other Lurkers

By Lurker on Sat, 08/06/2016 - 11:35am |

Now that acanuck has been outed as Justin Bieber (see "Would You Vote for Ted Cruz..."), I wonder what other celebrities are lurking behind Dagblog monikers. Suspected all along that "Ramona" was actually Kim Kardashian, but who really is behind the "Michael Wolraich" tag?

A Ubiquitous Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 08/05/2016 - 5:25pm |

In the morning light,
a sailboat on the Hudson,
moves as in a dream.

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HOW DO WE KNOW....II

By Richard Day on Mon, 08/01/2016 - 3:38pm |

GENESIS I

How do we know what we know?

By Richard Day on Sat, 07/30/2016 - 1:06am |

I got this epiphany of sorts.

Where should I put this thought or these thoughts?

I started something earlier in the week and I shall get to it.

How to begin?

My Grandaughter went to my son.

And she asked a simple question, the type of question I never ever asked or questioned.

She asked her Dad:

Why am I Noela?

First, she went to Dad and not Mom?

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A Tweet-baiting Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 07/29/2016 - 6:17pm |

A wise old man sat
amidst the rubble and smiled
at all he had learned.

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A Blissfully Ignorant Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 07/22/2016 - 4:52pm |

Quietly, the dusk
soothes the ocean waters and
calms the day for night.

(Photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo)

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Special Edition: *You-Do-the-Haiku*

A Non-Dystopian Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 07/15/2016 - 5:12pm |

Here's this week's heap of haikus:

Love may seem like a
fallowed field, but Love won't yield
a random harvest.

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An Unindicted, Unendorsed Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 07/08/2016 - 5:39pm |

Hiding in shadows,
waiting for the sun to set,
and the moon to rise.

Another Star-Spangled Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

By MrSmith1 on Fri, 07/01/2016 - 5:31pm |

The rockets' red glare,
bombs bursting in air, gave proof
that we love fireworks.

MESMER

By Richard Day on Sat, 06/25/2016 - 11:55am |

Mesmer treated patients both individually and in groups. With individuals he would sit in front of his patient with his knees touching the patient's knees, pressing the patient's thumbs in his hands, looking fixedly into the patient's eyes. Mesmer made "passes", moving his hands from patients' shoulders down along their arms.