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You must cover stops to

MrSmith1 — Thu, 10 Apr 2014 04:21:55 +0000

In reply to The stop has one friend to

You must cover stops
to start the music, take your
piccolo and blow.

He hesitated, needing to

MrSmith1 — Thu, 10 Apr 2014 03:59:51 +0000

In reply to It was almost gone. We dance

He hesitated,
needing to sharpen his edge.
Time was almost gone.

It was almost gone. We dance

moat — Thu, 10 Apr 2014 01:52:27 +0000

In reply to A Somewhat Blurry Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

It was almost gone.

We dance to the nick of time;

Needing the sharp edge.

If your eyes are bothering

trkingmomoe — Tue, 08 Apr 2014 02:06:24 +0000

In reply to Thanks Trkingmomoe. I made

If your eyes are bothering you can pick some of your older verses and republish them in grouped themes. I enjoy going back and looking at them,so will everyone else. And Richard will think they are new.Hee hee,(whispering ) "because he says his memory is gone."

The stop has one friend to

moat — Mon, 07 Apr 2014 02:15:34 +0000

In reply to Lovely, moat! A lonely

The stop has one friend

to help cast moving shadows;

Sundials in transit.

Lovely, moat! A lonely

MrSmith1 — Mon, 07 Apr 2014 02:04:24 +0000

In reply to The doors do not close. Tags

Lovely, moat!

A lonely bus stop
on a Monday afternoon
I count the taxis.

The doors do not close. Tags

moat — Mon, 07 Apr 2014 01:10:08 +0000

In reply to A Somewhat Blurry Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

The doors do not close.

Tags on the knobs disturb you.

Breathe the hotel air.

Spring wraps its scarf tight,

waiting in the longer day:

A quiet bus stop.

Thanks DD. As always, it's a

MrSmith1 — Sun, 06 Apr 2014 22:35:39 +0000

In reply to I wrote this two days ago and

Thanks DD. As always, it's a pleasure to read your responses.

Thanks Trkingmomoe. I made

MrSmith1 — Sun, 06 Apr 2014 22:33:36 +0000

In reply to Thanks for this. I am on a

Thanks Trkingmomoe. I made the correction to the haiku you mentioned. I've been having an iritis flareup and it makes seeing clearly a bit difficult, which plays havoc with my spelling.

I wrote this two days ago and

Richard Day — Sun, 06 Apr 2014 07:14:16 +0000

In reply to A Somewhat Blurry Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

I wrote this two days ago and forgot to post it, evidently...

Monday is 50

Can you imagine this temp?

50 is coming

Today I slushed through

I slushed through water & snow

But there was some tar

Tar is a good thing

If you wish to seek balance

Tar is a good thing.

Ice and snow are tough

They are tough to ambulate

Ambulate is tough

But Monday, 50?

Hell, the winter shall melt some

And tar shall prevail

I miss the black tar

I miss the short cuts I walk

Cold is not the point

Might I just get there

Cold might be

Slush, impossible

Impossible

to friends be loyal

to enemies, forgiving

siblings, persevere

done with Haiku for a second

I think about these things.

I write about these things.

Stand in another's shoes for a sec.

My 'enemies' just forget all rules and lie and cheat and abscond and obliterate and confound and I could give you links.

Slavery was bad

And the right will obfuscate

How do I react?

I don't know how to

React to this treachery?

I really don't know

I am so very

Right and yet the right is wrong

I just must give up

I cannot be right

All the frickin time but I

Cannot be that wrong

I give up

Nice blog

I wrote most of this two days ago for you.

And I forgot.