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A Friday afternoon birthday party at the Haikulodeon


Here's this week's heap of haikus:
Hooray!!  It is my
birthday! One more year gone by.
Where's my slice of cake?
tanka haiku:
Now that I am old,
I don't have to ask for help,
nice folks will offer.

Of course, what they offer is,
seldom what I need. Oh well.
(slightly risque haiku:)

On my head sits a
cat. A rather large one at
that. That cat just shat.
walking hand in hand,
we reach the edge of the dream.
there, I let you go.
tanka haiku:

It's not through weakness
of your spirit that you've got
a chronic disease.

The fault lies, in dear Brutus,
and his pal Cassius' 'stars.'
Respondku from my friend, David:

Brutus and Cassius ...
If they got the stars, then why
do we have the pain?
Tanka Respond-ku:
Who's got the pain when
they do the mambo, who's got
the pain when they go....

Damn, one syllable too long!

ERRRRRRRP!  It's not even a word!
A rosy outlook
may still have thorny problems.
Gardeners, wear gloves.
Life may intrude on
well-crafted scenarios,
don't write them in ink.
An incoming tide,
coral clouds at sunrise ... all
our Hopes are reborn.
(Photo of Ocean City, NJ sunrise on 12-2-2012) 
A haiku cycle in 3 parts:


The promise of youth
may be mere speculation,
but it's all I've got.

The promise of youth
may have to be postponed, but
it will be fulfilled.


The promise of youth;
a lie, a sham, a fraud, but
it kept me going.
.tanka haiku:

I have been too bad
to be a saint; too good to
be the anti-Christ.

What does that leave me? Only
a real boring middle ground.
In snowy woods, I
follow tiny footprints, which
suddenly vanish.
It's not that I find
you intriguing, it's just that
in you, I see me.
 What do small boys think
when they play at being men?
"Has mom made my lunch?"
The snow on the fence,
looks like the mashed potatoes
on my dinner plate.
Live a life of love,
look to better angels, carve
your own walking stick.
Time flies, yes it does,
'here and now' will soon be 'was'...
But why? Just because ...
(To a Facebook friend in Pakistan who sent me birthday wishes yesterday:)
The world where you are,
sees each day begin while I'm
still stuck in last night.
(And to another friend in Australia...)

I always marvel
at how people "down under"
live in my future.


Oh good, you showed up.

I actually have a story.


Anyway....I went to the grocers and when I came back there was this rather tall and old (I mean old compared to me which is really old) all covered in winter clothing with a scarf! I mean it was 21 degrees F and I had my eskimo outfit on) woman and she always screams at me. I mean she is most probably hard of hearing. hahahaha

So I always stop to greet her and she tells me something that is not 'reognizable' ha.

We exchange pleasantries anyway cause I always pretend to understand what in the hell she is talking about. hhahahaha

I take another walk later on and here she comes. She is 'disabled' and she has been walking around the entire pond evidently. And she uses this 'walker' with wheels.

It is kind of a neat contraption because is also serves as a chair if and when she becomes tired.

Anyway...She calls me over once again and she whispers in my ear:


Oh well that is interesting, I responded!

And she lifts up the 'seat' which is able to contain an object or two.


And sure enough, she picks up the seat and there is a frozen baby muskrat.

What she is going to do with that frozen baby muskrat...well I really do not wish to know.


There are omens in this universe. At least that is what I have been taught through tomes thousands of years older than me.

So my question to my favorite poet is....







Frozen muskrats mean
one thing, I feel, Bad news for 
Captain and Tennille.




I totally forgot about this song.

I still needed Mustang Sally of course to enhance my silly story. hahaha

Momoe never got over here and gave me Muskrat Love at my post later in the night.

To this day I am not sure who made 'him' CAPTAIN!


So I was feeling pretty blue today, what with my Michigan, the state where modern collective bargaining was born, now most surely about to become that most odious of states--the Right-to-Work--but you and Dick have cheered me up considerably, at least for the moment.

I want to wish you a happy birthday, Mr. Smith1. (Is there a Mr. Smith2?)  You are a very clever man and I'm in awe of your haiku skills.  I don't even dare try, unimaginative as I am.  But that doesn't stop me from appreciating yours.


Thank you, Ramona.  As for there being a MrSmith2 ... I come from a long line of Smiths.  Actually, two long lines of Smiths; one completely unrelated Smith line is on my mother's side of the family tree, so don't get me started counting Mr Smiths.  smiley



And here I thought "MrSmith1" was a pen name.  I guess when you're a Smith there's no danger of anyone guessing who you really are!


I was thinking of writing on blog on this.  I have two of the commonest names in America.  Do you know that there are 88 different people with my exact same first and last names listed on Wikipedia? EIGHTY-EIGHT!!  And that's just the ones famous enough to be put on Wikipedia!!   (Sigh.)


P.S. As for the pen name, it's the old hide in plain sight trick.  ;-)



Well, Happy Beleaguered Belated Birthday, Mr. Smith. cool ... Shift+R improves the quality of this image. Shift+A improves the quality of all images on this page.

Thanks Flower. laugh


Beleaguered birthdays 

better be belated by

busty, bawdy broads.






Happy Birthday.  Is that little child in the picture you?  It looks like a 1950 picture because of the sun suit the child has on.

Thanks.  Yup, that's me, circa 1953.  

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