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

     

     

     

     

    Here's this place for Politics's weekly heap of haikus:

     

     

     

    He is short-fingered
    and a Vulgarian ... The
    Odious Don Drumpf.

     

     


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    Such joy lights Trump's face
    when  he sits in the board room
    And he says, "you're fired."

     

     

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    Drumpf Bible-ku:

    Two Corinthians
    walk into a leather bar ...
    Cite Chapter and Verse.

    ( Alternate 3rd line:  Gave New Testament. )

     

     

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    A corrupt liar
    and an egomaniac ...
    Oh ... and Narcissist.

     

     

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    Trump leads all the polls,
    Marco, Ted and Donald prove
    that people are strange.



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     Ring the temple bell,
    warning all the villagers
    Drumpf is presumptive!




     

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    Trump the outsider,
    Little Marco, lyin' Ted,
    Mexican Standoff.


     

     


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    Endorsements from the
    KKK, can't be be be
    a good good good thing


     

     


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    Though Cruz took Texas
    Rubio won't take a powder or
    Florida either.


     

     

     

     

     

     


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    Cruz and Rubio
    ( plus Kasich ) fight The Donald,
    but they've all been Trumped.

     

     

     

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    The Lads were blessed with
    a genius creative elf ...
    Thank you George Martin.

     

     

     

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    Watching the debate
    was like watching milk curdle ...
    just pray for yogurt.

     

     

     

     

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    Java Jive, don't keep
    me waitin', drip is quicker
    than percolatin' ...

     

    Late-Night Java Jive
    Take a gulp on the wild side ...
    Decadent rebel!

     

     

     

     

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    Back in the day, you
    could easily find a bar
    In the East Village.

     

     

     


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    I remain in awe
    of the lives that have touched mine.
    Each brought a lesson.
     
     
     
     
     
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    In a storefront church,
    a young girl began to sing,
    and the angels wept.
     
     
     
     
     
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    He was mesmerized
    by her height, her beauty and
    how sweetly she laughed.
     
     

     

     

     

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    Will you ever wake?
    Or will you dream forever?
    Will you ever know?
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Pairs of well-worn shoes
    indicate unsatisfied
    curiosity.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Quintessential Blues;
    I got my mojo workin',
    Just don't work on you."

    (Who knew Muddy Waters wrote haiku?)


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    Bright sunshine, warm temps,
    On Amsterdam Avenue,
    Swerving skateboarders.

     

     

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    If you find yourself,
    Whistling in a dark alley,
    Pick a scary tune.

     


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    Waiting patiently
    for the next train to New York,
    I read the paper.

     

     

     

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

     

     


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    A wink to Winter,
    a nod to the coming Spring.
    I plan my garden.

     

     


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    haiku quintet:

     

    Dozens of people,
    walked right past something wondrous
    and did not notice.

    A bird, with a large
    square 'bread crumb' in its beak,
    ignored us all, and

    kept pecking at the
    chip, then picking it up and,
    dropping it to break it.

    I watched as it kept
    trying ... Determination
    was not rewarded.

    And then, it flew off,
    plastic square still in its beak,
    Hungry and stubborn.

     

     


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     The sun was stymied,
    but blue skies infused the clouds,
    a dark hope prevailed.

     

     


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     In my solitude,
    I can reach inside my self
    and draw out my thoughts.
     
     

     


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    Humor is a salve
    that can heal many wounds and
    lift up hearts and souls.

     

     

     


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     Don't look down on the
    simple joys; they allow us
    to keep looking up.
     

     

     

     

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    Cynicism is
    easy, Optimism hard.
    The sky remains blue.

     

     

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    Quiet young ladies
    sit in Starbucks and "like" their
    own Facebook comments.

     

     

     

     

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    Comments

    What a strange vector;
    The Right coming from New York:
    City, my city.



    Ha!  Wonderful, moat!!


    Daylight Savings-ku:
     

    The night is long ... but
    tonight it's slightly shorter.
    Turn your clocks ahead.

     


    time lapsed photographs
    yank our stars along their path
    like reluctant dogs.


    From dusk to dawn I'm
    whirling, Pollux to Castor.
    Where's Tarantino?


    If the film was right,
    he did not survive the night:
    Caveat emptor.


    Good ones, moat!!      Nicely done, PP!!


    You do the haiku:

    Half assed idea
    Tries to form above Drump's head
    No light bulb for you


    This one made me laugh out loud!    Well done, flowerchild!!


    If comity gets shattered

    No TV remote

    Gonna  change the vote



    "If comity gets
    shattered, No TV remote
    gonna  change the vote"

     

    True dat.   Nicely done, NCD!