Here's this week's heap of haikus:



One-year-later-kus:

First, the "Breaking News"
told me children had been shot ...
And some teachers too..


A heinous crime; a
slaughtering of innocents ...
All the angels wept.



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On his empty bed,
sits a present, wrapped, but left
out of his suitcase.


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Double haiku:

I think she enjoyed
being silly the most when
he was serious.

She put pink socks on
her fingers and wiggled them.
He still didn't laugh.


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Bayberry candles
flicker in the windowsill.
Thoughts turn to Christmas.


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December morning,
I stroll through an alleyway
between two churches.


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Remembrance of childhood-ku:

Hiding on the stairs,
we watched in awe (and glee) as
Santa ate cookies.


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He trudged through the snow,
to get back home while it was
still Christmas morning.


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In the apple tree
sat a happy little boy
dangling his feet.


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cheap schtick-ku:
 

It's a long, long way
to Tipperary ... so we
tipped a cow instead.

 

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Though sealed with a kiss,
her love letter was opened
with some bitter tears.



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A drizz'ly morning's
walk through a nearby woods, cleared
his mind of its gloom.



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Just twenty-one years
separate "Casablanca"
from "Meet the Beatles" ...


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Words had no effect,
so, reluctantly, he tried
throwing sticks and stones.



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When busy swimming,
you don’t think about drowning.
So it is with Life.



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Chasing a sunset,
he hopes for one last glimpse as
the day fades away ...

 

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In her kitchen, she
quietly drank her coffee,
then rubbed her stiff hands.



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From the original Spondyville Holiday Classic, "Christmas in Spondyville" ...

"T'was the morning of the day before the night before Christmas, and all through the town, Spondys were getting ready for the holidays. There was so much to be done, (and for most Spondys so much figuring out of alternate ways of getting those things done ... to be done.)

As the sun slowly rose above the horizon, (if you listened very closely), you could hear the sound of hundreds of sock devices being used to assist the townsfolk in putting on their hosiery, and hundreds of extra long shoe horns being used to wedge slightly swollen spondy feet into their pre-tied spondy shoes.

And so, in house after house, the residents of Spondyville completed their morning routines, taking their medicines, using their buttonhooks to help put on their coats, grabbing their canes or their eye-drops, or their grocery grabber devices, and then venturing out into the cold December sunshine. They left the comfort of their homes in order to either get to work, or to finish their last minute Christmas shopping, all the while trying to ignore the pain and stiffness that had, of late, become an integral part of their lives."

You can read the rest of the story here:

http://www.spondyville.com/page5.html


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- An excerpt from the Spondyville holiday classic, "It's a Wonderful Snowspondy" - 

"My friend, being healthy is no guarantee of a better life. In fact, a life without pain and suffering, may seem like an easier, more desirable choice, but know this; nothing great and lasting was ever built on comfort and complacency. It is through struggle and effort and being willing to adapt to change and endure in the struggle, that all great lives are lived and great things accomplished. Be who you are, and you will do what you do and that will have an impact."

 

Read the rest of the story here:

http://www.spondyville.com/Page76Wonderful.html


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And finally, a Xmas song from Kukla, Fran and Ollie ...   :-)