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James Joyce had no choice,

MrSmith1 — Thu, 27 Aug 2015 16:12:21 +0000

In reply to Once upon a time and a very

James Joyce had no choice,
baby wanders Nighttown and
cries, "Haiku-chee-ku."

Sweet. Thanks for this,

MrSmith1 — Thu, 27 Aug 2015 16:04:25 +0000

In reply to Once upon a timea father had

Sweet. Thanks for this, Missy!

Once upon a time and a very

PeraclesPlease — Thu, 27 Aug 2015 12:11:48 +0000

In reply to Once upon a timea father had

Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a haiku coming down along the road and this hicow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby haikoo... Oh shit, Joyce just ran over his meter again, didn't he? Bad, James, bad - you keep up like this and you'll one day fill an Encyclopedia-sized book with this rubbish...

Once upon a timea father had

barefooted — Thu, 27 Aug 2015 04:30:01 +0000

In reply to A Kerouac-ack-ack Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

Once upon a time

a father had a son, then

documented love.

I didn't know where else to

MrSmith1 — Mon, 24 Aug 2015 19:55:41 +0000

In reply to A Kerouac-ack-ack Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

I didn't know where else to post this ... An old friend sent me this ... A song about Donald Trump's hair:

Ha! Excellent, Missy!!

MrSmith1 — Sun, 23 Aug 2015 01:57:04 +0000

In reply to T'was monsoon season,and

Ha! Excellent, Missy!!

Thanks, Oxy. Sometimes it's

barefooted — Sun, 23 Aug 2015 00:17:18 +0000

In reply to Just great writing,

Thanks, Oxy. Sometimes it's nice just to write about a normal experience we've all likely had, and not worry whether it's too insignificant. Slices of life, as they say, that bind us in the little ways that serve to remind us that we're not always in conflict. After all ... there's really nothing like getting caught in the rain to wash away self importance! Whether you're wearing designer clothes or hand-me-downs, you're still wet.

And I'm always happy to have Mr. Smith's spot in which to plant my meandering thoughts. A priceless thing indeed.

T'was monsoon season,and

barefooted — Sat, 22 Aug 2015 23:53:42 +0000

In reply to Wonderful, Missy! What a

T'was monsoon season,

and innocent tourists were

in for a surprise.

Strolling in the sun

became a dash for shelter

when the skies opened.

But those who were caught

beneath the torrents of rain

found themselves laughing.

When others questioned,

the happily drenched answered,

"It's Monsoon Madness!"

Betty Jo? That girl's got a

MrSmith1 — Sat, 22 Aug 2015 20:40:15 +0000

In reply to You mean...(suspense) Betty

Betty Jo? That girl's got a balcony you could do Shakespeare from ... Shoes for Industry!

Just garlic, ocifer - scouts

PeraclesPlease — Sat, 22 Aug 2015 18:37:18 +0000

In reply to I can smell the weed in North

Just garlic, ocifer - scouts honor. (20 years since by Ferlinghetti's place - howdie time doo flie)