The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    Fall Foliage Peaks on a Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     


    As autumn leaves fall,
    we must prepare for winter,
    and dream of next spring.



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    Simply looking back ...
    Well, Honestly, what's the point,
    if you can't re-write?



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    My friend David wrote:

    Even though I watched,
    the pot of water boiled.
    Why'd they have to lie?


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    My respond-ku:

    Life may not be fair

    nor axioms accurate ...
    Pizza still tastes good.


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    My friend David wrote:



    Hiding from G*d is
    *NOT* a game that's ever won.
    Yet, people still try.



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    My respond-ku:



    G*d is really smart,
    and hides where some would never
    look; within themselves.



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    Snow slips off tree limbs,
    as the temper'ture rises.
    Beauty turns to slush.


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    Leaves cover the tracks,
    locomotives used to chug
    through our little town.


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    One mortal body
    and one immortal soul merge;
    Grab your pants, let's go!


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    From a lack of sleep,
    I can sometimes forget stuff ...
    ... What was I writing?


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    Lonely blue highways,
    asphalts to infinity ...
    Life continues on.


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    Too many raindrops,
    fell on her geraniums,
    now they look depressed.



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    The edge of a cliff,
    hanging by my fingernails.
    Damned manicure ... Aaaarrggghhhh


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    off in a corner,
    sits a quiet little girl,
    who dreams of horses.



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    What he missed the most,
    was her passionate embrace;
    it reassured him.



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    A small hummingbird
    fleetingly floating near the
    flowers on my porch.


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    The streets of this town
    may not be paved with gold, but
    they get where they're going ...


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    The trees in my yard
    are reluctant as children
    to let Summer go.


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    I carve spindles on
    a swiftly turning lathe to
    make new bannisters.



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    A striding lion
    has no doubts about purpose.
    Give a roar and stride.



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    What night ships do you
    sail upon? What adventures
    find you in your dreams?


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    All the world's problems
    Are completely forgotten,
    whenever I think.


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    In late September,
    night-time temps fall. I bang on
    the radiator.


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    One of Life's perks is,
    no matter how you slice it,
    Coffee must be ground.


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    Apologies to Rodgers and Hart-ku:

    There's a small hotel
    with a wishing well, I wish ...
    room service would come.


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    Smiling through the night?
    laughing through the live-long day?
    Anti-depressants.


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    Sad when Summer ends,
    and the school year starts anew ...
    said no mom ever.


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    Mother Nature sends
    an eviction notice and
    the foliage leaves.


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    Clouds surround mountains,
    evergreens anchor the slopes,
    temple bells echo.

     

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    Oxy mora wrote this:

     

    I don't like downers

    except in a pillow, crap,

    the dumb thing's depressed.

     

    My respond-ku:

     

    What did JFK
    tell Bobby about the Blonde?
    "The dumb thing's depressed."

     

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    Comments

    Hey, Smith. Keep up the good work.

     

    It's a Cruz week and one of the really bizarre aspects is his wife's prominence in the financial community which would suffer enormously in a debt default, and also in a government shut down. Anyhow,

     

    Cruz's wife is cute, an

    Officer of Goldman Sachs,

    She's short Treasuries.


    Ha! Good one!

    (Despite 6 syllables in the first line. LOL  /  Easy fix: "Cruz's wife's cute, an ..." )

     

    Cruz's wife's cute, an

    Exec at Goldman ... So her

    fella would bust her.

     

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    Ted Cruz's wife shows

    her support for his work by

    Shorting treasuries.

     

     

     


    Very good.

    Maybe in New York it's two syllables but not here in Texas. But o.k. if you must.

     

    Cruz's took a cruise.

    As he fell she yelled, "I was

    long Treasuries, jerk!


    He buried his fear

    in the back of the garden,

    now chews bitter leaves.

     

    For Oxy on Syllables:

     

    A Texan diphthong

    grows or shrinks as ah require.

    Strict rules of syntax.


    Texan Diphtongs!  Great, moat!

     

    Strict rules of syntax

    are, to Texans, what Darwin's

    laws are to  ... Texans.

     

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    He buried his fear

    in the pleats of mother's skirt. 

    and wiped his nose too.

     

     


     


    Texans like big hats.

    They all don't fit under one.

    Darwin noticed this.

     

    Fear is a fabric

    woven by past and future.

    Brave is in between.


    Great!

     

    Fear is a fabric

    that folds under stress, and when

    in hot water, shrinks ...

     

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    Moat, some very good haikus. Love the "fear" ones.


    Thank you.

    I am glad to see you jump into the Texan thing with your own. I particularly like the use of "es chew." The twang gets a real meal out of the consonants.


    Okay, I am just looking for definitions here and haikus do not offer definitions.

    A Texas diphthong...

    Does that refer to what young girlies wear when they go swimmin in Texas?


    "A Texas diphthong - Does that refer to what young girlies wear when they go swimmin in Texas?"

     

    Yes, and when they swim naked, it's referred to as a skinny-diphthong.


    Don't mess with dip't thongs

    Sip'd, Rip'd, or barbecued ones

    Texans es chew them.

     

     


    Diphthongs; thongs that you

    thing while dipping to muthic.

    'Thomebody Lubs Me.'


    I am late but I don't care!

    I mean what are the possible punatives; as they say. hahhahaha

     

    I love Lena but, damn I hate this song. haahahha

    See, I mean this is where I'm at;

    I get losted sometimes. haahahah

     


     

    Most swallow whole the
    political pablums, but
    Texans eschew them.

     


     


    Everybody's

    Talkin about Walter White

    And fumigation

     

    Everybody's

    Talkin about the shut down

    Of the government

     

    Everybody's

    Talkin about the end times

    The impending doom?

     

    Did you ever wish

    To hold a stranger real close

    And make her feel loved?

     

    Talking is a waste

    I am sixty-three years old

    And the end is nigh

     

    Ten years or fifteen

    That is all I got right now

    So the end is nigh

     

    Or maybe I have

    Just two years or even less 

    I am terminal

     

    I am terminal

    Because I am a mortal

    Mortality rules

     

    Where is the coffee

    And another piece of pie

    Forget the pundits

     

    Everybody's

    Talkin at me; I can't hear

    Words they are sayin

     

    Have fears of dyin?

    It is inevitable

    So grasp the stranger

     

    Governments shut down

    TV shows have finales

    We are gonna die!

     

    And what is the point?

    See, I forget all my points

    And the end is nigh

     

    the end

     

     

     

     

     


    Simply wonderful, DD!