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    A Laugh-filled Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     



    Here's this week's heap of haikus:


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    Oh what sadness has
    risen in me. it makes my
    heart the heavier.


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    Maya Angelou
    told me why the caged bird sings;
    How her words could soar.

     



    ( RIP - Maya Angelou )


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    Life may intrude on
    well-crafted scenarios,
    don't write them in ink.

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    Veterans deserve
    more than empty rhetoric;
    we owe them their lives.

     


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    Live a life of love,
    look to better angels, carve
    your own walking stick.

     

     

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    An old jelly bean
    found in my jacket pocket
    still tastes pretty good.
     

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    Daddy's fingers wagged
    and wiggled, she just giggled.
    'Do it again ... Pleeeeease!'


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     An incoming tide,
    coral clouds at sunrise ... all
    my hopes are reborn.


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    Edges of her path
    were frayed, for she'd not always
    kept within the lines.


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    Today may be rough
    tomorrow may be silken ...
    We will survive both.


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    Slowly I arose
    squinting to see the peaches
    'neath the bamboo tree.

     
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    Across the river,
    a past I recall only
    in sepia tones.


    (Photo taken while access-a-riding this week.)

     

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    When poets can twirl
    literary lariats,
    they're soon laureates.


     


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    haiku: What do you say when
    more children are killed by guns?
    I say, NOT ONE MORE!


     


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    As the dawn breaks, a
    boat with peeling paint, drifts through
    the icy water.


     


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     In the darkest night,
    there remains an ember which
    will re-light each dawn.

     

     


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


     

     


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    Almost unnoticed,
    beyond the tangled branches;
    'Old Glory' still flew.


     

     


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     In my fitful sleep,
    memories long forgotten,
    leap to confront me.
     

     


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    When you walk through a
    storm, hold your head up high ... The
    rain will look like tears.


     

     


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    Youth is insistent,
    while Old Age negotiates;
    Neither accepts well.


     

     

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    Appreciation
    of Life's complexities makes
    easy answers rare.

     

     


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    Enjoying the shade,
    of a leafy maple tree;
    ladybugs and me.

     

     

     
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    When his heart's desire
    bitch-slapped his raison d'être,
    he felt quite confused.


     


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    The world passes by.
    I look out my window and
    imagine stories.
     


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    Tucked in his wallet
    was a photo from his youth
    of a secret love.

     



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    We're not defined by
    what we have lost, but by what
    we do with what's left.



     

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    Mysteries end, but
    questions aren't always answered;
    the moon hides in clouds.


     

     


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    tanka haiku:

    When our old dog died,
    There was no reason for us
    to keep his chew toys.

    But we did. And even now
    they lie on the floor ... hoping.

     

     


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    Photographed at age 103 ... in 1852!

    " ... the only photographed Revolutionary War veteran ... (He) served under George Washington and crossed the Delaware River to Valley Forge."



    He was quite old when
    photography was still young
    His stare cuts through time.

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    He's still a bit numb,
    sitting in their bedroom with
    her empty closet.
     

     

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     I search for a way
    to connect to the world, and
    if I'm lucky, you.



     

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    A tall vase full of
    perky yellow daffodils
    assuages anger.


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    When you think of friends,
    round their rough edges, and put
    smiles on their faces.


     

     

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     tanka haiku:
     
    Why defy the wind?
    Or swim against the tide? Why
    make things so damned hard?

    There's but one answer to this ...
    It is where I am going.



     

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    Thoughts while waiting for Access-a-Ride:

     

     

    The other day, I watched a kindergarten teacher lead

    a line of small children across

    Broadway (going East to West.)

    Then, moments later,

    I saw another teacher lead another

    line that crossed 108th Street (North to South,)

    And I thought ...

    Is New York being stitched into a lattice of little ones ... ?!

     


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    The Best Medicine Night of Comedy event is tonight!  Arrrgggh!

     

     

     

     

    Comments

    The Conrad Hayer photo is very interesting. At a hundred and three years of age, he still wasn't anybody you would want to mess with.

    The fences he built

    became visible to some

    when most turned away.


    Yeah, he did exude an attitude of don't mess with me, didn't he?  Even at 103 ...

    It just boggles the mind to think of the times he lived through and the changes he lived to see.

     

     


    Thanks.  As always, I enjoyed them. 


    Thanks, trkingmomoe!


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