The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    A Good Friday afternoon at the Haiku-lodeon ...

     

    This week's heap of haikus:
     
     
    The Easter Bunny
    scared her so much, she went to
    church without a peep.
     

    (My sister and the Easter Bunny circa 1949.)
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    Childhood Easter flashback-ku:
     
    Wearing that new suit
    was a small price to pay for
    jelly beans and stuff.
     
     
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    A blind follower
    can not see they're being led
    into a brick wall.
     
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    tanka haiku: You ever linger
    at the crosswalk, to see if
    you get offered help?

    Yeah, me neither. But, sometimes
    I stop and think about it.
     
     
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    My cat likes to play;
    it hides under the bed, and
    stalks my brown loafers.
     
     
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    We all have struggles,
    but is your pain your burden ...
    or what sets you free?
     
     
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    Is Life what you do
    or what you think and feel? ... (I've
    got a good feeling.)
     
     
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    At the office party,
    she quietly listened, then
    whispered in his ear.
     
     
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    Sometimes we forget;
    before skiing down mountains,
    we first must climb them.
     
     
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    "Goth" girls with pierced cheeks
    wander through the East Village
    "making a statement."
     
     
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    An island sunset,
    the sky aglow with passion ...
    Why aren't you with me?
     
     
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    A knock on the door.
    A Pizza delivered ... to
    the wrong apartment!
     
     
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    May each day dawn with
    no regrets for yesterday,
    nor phone calls to make.
     
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    haiku for a young friend:

     

    Know above all things ...
    That no-one can rule your thoughts.
    Your Life's yours to live.
     
     
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    Will you shine a light
    to help us pierce the darkness?
    April's finally here!
     

     

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    Dogwood trees in bloom!
    Spring's celebration of joy
    in Riverside Park.
     
     
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    walking through the woods,

    I find a weathered birdhouse,

    nailed onto a tree.

     

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    Lock the cellar door!
    There's a MONSTER lurking there!
    (My sister said so!)

     

     

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    tanka haiku:  Yes, you know my heart,
    for we are kindred spirits,
    walking the same path.
         But stay wary, my friend, for
         paths, like lover's hearts, may turn.
     
     
     
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    Though the years went by,
    he didn't feel old, but then,
    he lived in the past.

     

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    Sitting in his room,
    pondering his hopes and dreams,
    he just fell asleep.
     
     
     
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    double haiku: We struggle, at times,
    remembering our loved ones,
    but vow, they won't fade.

    So, the old stories, though
    familiar, are re-told, to
    refresh our spirits.

     

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    warmed over coffee
    fills my mug like an old friend
    that slept on the couch.

     

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    At the Senior Prom,
    he held his date so close, it
    crushed his boutonniere.

     

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    Winking at strangers,
    With whom you come face-to-face,
    Might just make their day.

     

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    If we just pretend
    Life's filled with good times, then we'd
    never light candles

     

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    It does not add up,
    That the way to multiply,
    Is through division.

     

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