The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    A Painfully Obvious Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     

    Outside mom's window
    the trees noiselessly rustled
    as she fought for life.

    My mom passed away in 2012, just a week shy of her 94th birthday.  She would have been 96  years old today.  Here she is in 2011 just before turning 93.

     

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    March to diff'rent drums,
    waltz to other violins,
    but by all means, move ...


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    Swimming with the tide
    may take you into oceans
    of profound regret.

     

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    They were delicate
    negotiations, therefore
    clean doilies were used.
     
     
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    I believe that what
    most reveals your nature is
    how much you can laugh.

     

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    Do not focus on
    the follies of your youth, but
    how you overcame them.

     

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    tanka haiku:

     
    A wilted flower's
    not a metaphor for your
    Life, it's a warning:

    When you remove yourself from
    what nurtures you ... game over.
     
     

    Bonus companion poem:
     (To the tune of When You Wish Upon a Star)


    When you wilt upon a table,
    you won't blossom, you're not able.
    Try to flower and you'll find
    your roots have all been left behind.

     

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    I may meander
    through some fields and forests, but
    I’ll find my way home.

     


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    Up hills and down dales,
    I expand my horizons ...
    plagued by my sore feet.

     


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    Nantucket lightships
    cast their beams out to the sea;
    “Warning! Rocky Shoals!”
     

     

     

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    Stashed behind the soups
    in her kitchen pantry was
    the choc’late cake mix.

     


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    Sometimes we forget;
    before we ski down mountains,
    we first must climb them.

     

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    Blessed are those that
    never got sick, for old age
    will be a surprise.

     

     

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    Purgatory? The
    hell of it is, you can't get
    heavenly coffee.

     

     

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    On rainy mornings,
    I sip my coffee and read.
    The dog nuzzles me.

     

     


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    In their lonely rooms,
    writers peck their keyboards, 'til
    inspiration strikes!

     


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    Siamese twins are
    conjoined. Why are Siamese
    kittens just confused?

     


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    Her cat likes to play;
    it hides under the bed, and
    stalks her pink slippers.
     
     
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    Two ladies speaking
    rapidly and in Spanish,
    drown out my iPod.

     


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    In the morning fog,
    the field beyond seems painted
    with watercolors.

     

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    Harmonizing with
    his mates kept the mood bright and
    his life in accord.

     

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    I remain in awe
    of the lives that have touched mine.
    Each brought a lesson.

     

     

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    A slice of apple,
    a wedge of sharp cheddar cheese,
    And a well-worn book.

     

     

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    Deep in the forest,
    patches of stippled sunlight,
    warm a leaf-strewn trail.
     
     
     
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    We search for meaning,
    but as we wander through Life,
    fog envelops us.
     
     
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    Sunday; Wear sweatshirt,
    Nurse a big mug of coffee,
    and read the Funnies.
     
     
     
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    Do you spend your days
    mopping up calamities?
    or creating them?

     
     
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    Will you ever wake?
    Or will you dream forever?
    Will you ever know?


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    His Siamese cat
    sits at the window, and stares
    at distant mountains.

     

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    Cats and melon balls;
    a recipe for hi-jinks ...
    and sticky felines.

     

     
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    Mary had a lamb,
    And little though it was, it
    started stalking her.


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    The overhead pipes
    look like bloated spaghetti ...
    ceiling al dente.


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    double haiku:

     

    Old woman shuffles
    Guy with beard argues on phone
    Youngster bounces ball

    Small bird pecks and hops
    Delivery boy parks his bike ...
    This sidewalk sees all.


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    tanka haiku:

    The curve of her waist,
    the creases of her smile, the
    wisdom in her thoughts.

    She slowly consumed all his
    waking moments ... then, his dreams.


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    Eschewing sunsets,
    he loved the subtler hues
    of mid-afternoon.


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    Each dusk he watched the
    darkening sky's shifting shades;
    blue-ish indigo.

     

     

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    Too few epistles
    twixt clover and thistle, but
    many a whistle.

     


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    double haiku:
     
    Jiggling joggers
    waiting for the light to change
    bouncing up and down
     
    When the light turns green,
    a pony-tailed tsunami
    sweeps across the street.


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    By a waterfall,
    The lovers had a picnic ...
    ev’rything got wet.


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    This old vaudevillean
    honed his act to perfection
    and always got laughs.

    One of my faves from my childhood, Gene Sheldon.  He appeared on Ed Sullivan and other variety shows a lot during the Fifties. He did the same exact act with only slight variations for years, but it was such good shtick, it always got laughs. 

     

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    Comments

    Thank you, Mr. Smith, she's beautiful.

    Loveliness, to me,

    is a gentle dignity.

    Loveliness was she.


    Thank you, barefooted.   My mom was a strong, independent woman ,,, Some of her ancestors came over on the Mayflower, so she had a bit of that pioneer spirit in her.   She had an excellent fashion sense and was always color coordinated.  She worked well past normal retirement age, and her mind was sharp as a tack right up to the end.


    See, I knew you would like this guy. hahahaha

    He fits right into your existentialism or into your soul. hahahah

    Loneliness to me

    Is lack of some dignity

    Loneliness is me

     

    Oh that is enough of that!

    ha