MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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Here's this week's heap of haikus:
tanka haiku:
Crowded Conveyance;
Two women, a dog, a bike,
a small child and me.
Crammed in an elevator
Waiting for the thing to go.
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In the small pocket
of my denim jeans is a
button from your coat.
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Coca cola signs
seemed to be ev'rywhere once,
Thirst for nostalgia.
...
In a fitful sleep,
memories long forgotten,
rise to consciousness.
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Flying through the air,
should be avoided by both,
dentures and toupees.
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tanka haiku:
News headline: Science
proves that you can live forever!
Film at eleven.
(My first thought, of course, was that
Social Security's f*cked!)
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I'm chained to a desk
staring at computer screens
where did my life go?
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I know that I have
'Scalia Schadenfreude';
his rage makes me smile.
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If you force yourself
to go outside, something great
will always happen ...
So says Mary, age 93 - (More or Less)
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The long arc of the
moral universe always
bends towards true justice.
A Martin Luther King, Jr. quote (more or less)
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A quartet of haikus:
After all these years,
I still haunt the lost and found,
looking for my life.
I still ride the train,
in hope the next station will
be where I get off.
I cross bridges knowing
I can not wash away all
the sins of my life.
I am stuck in time
living out a meager life
extracting fool's gold.
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I may still be lost,
but I am not alone and
that is a comfort.
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We must leave the day ...
We must rest to prepare for
the struggles to come.
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I hear distant trains
and think of riding boxcars ...
whistles on the wind.
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double haiku:
It's three fifteen, and
wakened from a sad dream, I
try to clear my head.
Thoughts of you linger
and entwine with my day's chores.
You still haunt my heart.
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Under rainbow flags
Misters and Sisters confirm
their loves at long last.
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On grey, rainy days,
she first sulked at the window,
then, wished for blue skies.
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They sway with the breeze,
which is why her little dog,
barks at sunflowers.
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Idyllic dream-scapes;
lush, green mountains still surround
the Hudson River.
(Painting by John Frederick Kensett (American, 1816–1872) | Hudson River Scene )
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Set wide the window
and let me drink in the day
for I'm feeling parched.
(from an Edith Wharton quote ... more or less.)
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Sunshine and whiskey
are a lot like Love; they all
can make you go blind.
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I feel so alone.
I watch the tide come in and
think of yesterday.
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Bells in the distance ...
Yipee! It's the ice cream man!
Wanna creamsicle?
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A couple cuddles
outside of the Guggenheim,
then hails a taxi.
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Summer afternoons,
lazy sunshine, as I stroll.
Dirt road daydreaming.
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Colored beach balls float
on incoming waves. Children
squeal and splash about.
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With a painter's eyes,
and a poet's soul, he found
beauty ev'rywhere.
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They were on a lark,
when they met an old school mate
living on the street.
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The quick red fox jumped
o'er lazy typewriters, owned
by sleeping brown dogs.
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Plaid lumberjack shirt
o'er black tights and blue tattoos;
hot babe on 4th St.
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I stand in a field,
listening to the night's sounds ...
strangely comforted.
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A whisper, a glance ...
her touch lasts but a moment,
yet his core's shaken.
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Memories still pop
into my addled brain, to
amuse my dull thoughts.
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tanka haiku:
Graceful extensions,
limber elevations, and
lithe, flowing movements.
Beauty and Ballet combined
will feed hung’ry hope-starved souls.
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As the swallows swoop,
The roses dance in the breeze;
the world in motion.
Utagawa Hiroshige (Japanese, 1797–1858) |
Swallows and Kingfisher with Rose Mallows | ca. 1838
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How the sky has cleared
after such a drenching rain.
The sun reassures.
(Photo courtesy of my friend and neighbor, David Thompson, who took this looking out his window yesterday.)
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Comments
That's all right
Give me back my button
My life just went down the tank
It could have been MUCH
(better if I had had that damn button)
I do not really
know about the lost and found
Salvation Army
(is for me)
hahahahaha
I cannot count to well today
WELL DONE MR. SMITH!
by Richard Day on Fri, 06/26/2015 - 8:10pm
Thanks, DD!!
I forgot to add this one to the original posting ...
I advocate but
I do not insist. All hearts
will change when ready.
The flag that I plant
is but a marker, that says,
seeds were buried here.
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by MrSmith1 on Fri, 06/26/2015 - 11:01pm
Here!
"Plastic & fabric buttons showing holes & shank" by Richard Wheeler (Zephyris) 2007. ==Licensing==. Original uploader was Tyranny Sue at en.wikipedia - Transferred from en.wikipedia; transferred to Commons by User:Balajijagadesh using CommonsHelper. (Original text : File:Buttons 2.jpg). Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons.
by trkingmomoe on Sat, 06/27/2015 - 6:08am
Ha! Thanks, trking! I don't know why, but that little haiku about the button is one of my new favorites. It is so simple and unadorned, it is not clever or witty nor has any rhyme to recommend it. It is just a statement, and yet, I think it gets to the essence of something and creates a vivid image. Sometimes I surprise myself with the haikus that pop into my head. This was one that just sprang into my head on Thursday night. Serendipity.
by MrSmith1 on Sat, 06/27/2015 - 9:41am
It was a rainbow filled night too at the Whitehouse. (no audio)
by trkingmomoe on Sat, 06/27/2015 - 5:57am
I laugh to think of Nixon inviting Anita Bryant to the White House and then the grounds-keeper turning on this light show.
by MrSmith1 on Sat, 06/27/2015 - 9:43am
by trkingmomoe on Sat, 06/27/2015 - 6:13am
San Francisco City Hall tonight.
by trkingmomoe on Sat, 06/27/2015 - 6:59am
Last weekend San Fransico Court House put on this light show for it's 100 anniversary.
by trkingmomoe on Sat, 06/27/2015 - 6:48am
for I'm feeling parched
after a labor of hunger
hacking and hewing
by Elusive Trope on Sat, 06/27/2015 - 8:44am
cannot convince me
to go outside, something great
and fearsome awaits
by Elusive Trope on Sat, 06/27/2015 - 8:46am
barks at sunflowers,
argues with dandelions,
such is sweet grandpa
by Elusive Trope on Sat, 06/27/2015 - 8:51am
Excellent Trope! I like this one about Grandpa the best!
by MrSmith1 on Sat, 06/27/2015 - 9:44am
Thanks. I like it best, too. I can just see grandpa on all fours arguing with the dandelions. :)
by Elusive Trope on Sat, 06/27/2015 - 1:11pm
With tiny fingers,
extreme focus, steady nerves,
he buttoned a fly.
by Oxy Mora on Sat, 06/27/2015 - 1:08pm
HA! Good one, Oxy!!
He buttoned a fly,
which, he thought, more manly than
zippering a moth.
by MrSmith1 on Sat, 06/27/2015 - 2:06pm
With tiny fingers,
long lost memories scratching
our itch to forget.
by barefooted on Sat, 06/27/2015 - 5:35pm
Good one, Missy!
Procreation blues:
Long lost memories scratching
our id's bids for kids.
by MrSmith1 on Sat, 06/27/2015 - 5:47pm
Our id's bids for kids
like the sleds on which we slid
tend to flip our lids.
by barefooted on Sat, 06/27/2015 - 6:13pm
the memories slide
like the sleds on which we slid
faster and faster
by Elusive Trope on Sat, 06/27/2015 - 8:57pm
Nice, Trope!
by MrSmith1 on Sat, 06/27/2015 - 9:57pm
HA! You would pick that line ... LOL Well done, Missy!
Stored in the garage,
like the sleds on which we slid,
broken toys we hid.
by MrSmith1 on Sat, 06/27/2015 - 9:55pm
With tiny fingers,
the young child touches the bark
of the ancient tree
by Elusive Trope on Sat, 06/27/2015 - 8:53pm
Nice.
With tiny fingers,
reaching for ten tiny toes,
she learned her 'piggies.'
by MrSmith1 on Sat, 06/27/2015 - 10:06pm
repeating signal,
like a fog horn heard at sea,
tells me where I am.
Circle of bright fire
that cannot be held with hands
looks for knowing eyes.
by moat on Sun, 06/28/2015 - 10:17pm
Good, moat!!
Like a fog horn's drone,
my GPS annoys while
giving directions
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by MrSmith1 on Sun, 06/28/2015 - 10:29pm