The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
    MrSmith1's picture

    Friday afternoon vs. The Haiku-lodeon

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 02/17/2012 - 1:44pm |

     
     
    This week's heap of haikus:
     
     
     
    ----------------------------
     
     
     
    Did you see my note?
    I left it on the table,
    right next to the ... oops.
     
     
    -------------------------------
     
     
     
    Over-heard mall conversation-ku:
     
     
    "Where are you waiting?"
    "I'm over by the pretzels."
    "Next to the fruit stand?"
        "Yeah, I'm squeezin' some melons."
        "Okay, have fun, see you soon."
     
     
     
    -----------------------------
     
     
    You tell me you don't,
    and yet I see that you do.
    I can't help but laugh.
     
     
    --------------------------------
     
     
    It's not bleak nor foul,
    it's grey ... and raining a bit.
    No cause for alarm.
     
     
    -------------------------------
     
     
    On a street corner,
    an old woman glares at me.
    I look like her son.
     
     
    --------------------------------
     
     
    He sang as he drove
    down a lonely stretch of road,
    and waved at road-kill.
     
     
    -------------------------------
     
     
    Oh my dear sweet love,
    when you come near, my heart leaps
    and I'm filled with joy!
     
     
     
    ---------------------------------
     
     
     His heart had grown old,
    his spirit, weak and flagging,
    Love had shut its door.
     
     
    ----------------------------------
     
     
    In the school playground
    on St. Valentines Day, he
    says, 'Hello' to her.
     
     
    ------------------------------------
     
     
    A poet said; 'I
    carry your heart in my heart.'
    and I do, my love.
     
     
    --------------------------------------
     
    haiku re-dux: Try imagining,
    that strangers you encounter,
    are friends from past lives.
     
    --------------------------------------------------------
     
     
    Across the river,
    lies the land where dreams still thrive.
    We must build a bridge.
     
     
    ------------------------------------
     
    Winking at strangers,
    with whom you come face-to-face,
    might just make their day.
     
     
    ------------------------------
     
     
    tanka haiku: We should live our lives
    as if we were near-sighted;
    Don't focus too much
        on small things up close, and
        keep a blur 'round the edges.
     

    -------------------------------------------
     
     
    a heartfelt kindness
    may mend the past and help to
    re-shape the future
     
     
    ------------------------------------------
     
     
     Winter winds chill me,
    cold rain soaks through my clothing.
    What a rotten day.
     
     
    ---------------------------------------------
     
     
    My eyes glaze over;
    I'm lost in a better past,
    having fun with you.
     
     
    ------------------------------
     
     
    Moon behind the clouds,
    dew forms on the meadow grass,
    we shall meet again.
     
     
    ---------------------------------
     
     
    haiku re-dux: Since the day we met,
    the creases from your smile,
    are still in my eyes.
     
     
    -------------------------------------------
     
     
    They were on a lark,
    when they met an old school mate
    living on the street.
     
     
    ---------------------------------------------
     
     
    The moon, shining bright,
    Illuminates the stillness
    of country meadows.
     
     
    --------------------------------------------
     

    A willow longs for,
    a brook over which to weep.
    The brook likes the shade.
     
     
    ------------------------------------------------
     
     
    Wearing her sweatshirt,
    nursing a cup of coffee,
    reading the Funnies.
     
     
    -----------------------------------------
     

     
    Deep in the forest,
    Patches of stippled sunlight,
    Warm a leaf-strewn trail.
     
     
    ------------------------------
     

     
    A garden pathway,
    Lined with purple violets,
    Absorbs all sadness.
     
     
     
    --------------------------------------
     
     
    If I choose to play
    your sport, in your ballpark, don't
    I follow your rules? 
        Who makes game rules, then insists
        non-players must follow them?
     
     
     --------------------------------------------- 
     
     
     T'was love at first sight,
    First, he tickled her fancy,
    And then, so much more.
     
     
    -------------------------------------
     
     
    None shall ever know
    private failures we endure,
    unless we succeed ...
     
     
    ------------------------------------
     
     
    Stars fall from the skies
    Planets wobble in orbit,
    We can get through this.
     
     
    -------------------------------------
     
     
    tanka haiku: The waitress offered,
    him coffee, but he said, "Juice."
    Then ordered pancakes ...
     
    ... and eggs and sausages, and
    THEN he asked for some coffee.
     

    ------------------------------------------------------
     

    A crumpled fender,
    wrapped around a barber pole,
    could mean a close shave.
     
     
    --------------------------------------
     
     
     
    With reluctance, she
    let her dad in, and he saw ...
    her Elvis poster!
     

    -----------------------------------
     
     
    At the sky's edges,
    mountaintops still pierce the clouds,
    to peek at heaven.
     
     
    ----------------------------------------
     
     
    He really enjoyed,
    reading his friend's comic books;
    for they lent him dreams.
     
     
    -------------------------------------------
     
     
    Sweeping the garage,
    he noticed, in the corner,
    a box of old dolls.
     
     
    --------------------------------------
     
     
    The quick red fox jumped
    o'er lazy typewriters, owned
    by sleeping brown dogs.
     
     
     
    ----------------------------------------------
     
     
    She said, "It's funny,
    but you don't look haiku-ish ...
    Are you circumscribed?"
     
     
    --------------------------------------------
     
     
    He stepped off the bus,
    and was run over by a
    d*mned bike messenger.

     
     -------------------------------------------
     
     
    How many times can
    you slam into a brick wall
    and not go 'round it?
     
     
    -----------------------------------
     
     
    Her vichyssoise was
    so cold, the potatoes wore
    napkins to keep warm.
     

     
    -------------------------------------
     
     
     I am 'down with love',
    but that is not what you meant,
    is it? I thought not.
     
     
    --------------------------------------
     
     
    A measured response
    may linger in the mind, but
    never in the heart.
     
     
    ----------------------------------------
     
     
    tanka haiku: sitting on her desk,
    is a modest vase with a
    beautiful red rose.
     
        No one saw who put it there,
        but one heart yearned to tell her.
     
     
    -------------------------------------------------------
     
     
    Whispers in the night,
    giggling under the sheets,
    love's playful embrace.
     
     
    -----------------------------------------------
     
     
     
    Red leaves on roses,
    and whiskey on kittens?!! THESE
    are your fav'rite things?
     
     
     
    -----------------------------------------
     
     
    Please friend, hold my hand.
    I'm a stranger here, and don't
    know my way around.
     
     
     ----------------------------------------

    Comments

    Please sir, hold my arm

    Until we reach ground level.

    That man is staring. 

     

    Titled, "Subway"


    by Oxy Mora on Fri, 02/17/2012 - 8:51pm

    Wonderful!

    That man is staring,
    Is it me?  Does he hate me?
    Well, back to the shrink.

     


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 02/17/2012 - 10:23pm

    Good one, Mr. Smith. Back to the shrink, it's a round trip....


    by Oxy Mora on Sat, 02/18/2012 - 2:11pm