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    A Lovelorn Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     

     

    Although she'll always
    have lots of "splainin'" to do,
    we still love lucy.

    (64 years ago this week, the first episode of I Love Lucy was aired.)

     

     

     

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    Silly Ogden Nash homage-ku:

     

    Shoes need cobblin'
    that's why he's hobblin', (and
    sadly), sobblin' ...

     


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    tanka haiku:

     

    Perusing the hall,
    he picked out a girl and tried
    to make eye contact.
     
      At first, she acted shy ... then,
      she slowly ... drew him to her.

     

     

     

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    Half opened window ...
    A world on each side ... Do you
    look in or stare out?

     

     

     


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    tanka haiku:

     

    The old weathered barn
    still advertises Mail Pouch
    chewing tobacco.

    Irony? The old farmer's
    long dead - cancer of the gums.

     

     

     

     

     


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    Those little evils
    buried in our souls, may smile,
    in spite of themselve
    s.
     

     
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    Diner-ku:

     

     

    Short stack of pancakes,
    coffee on the side ... Eat. Drink.
    Pay the tab and go.

     

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    Fitful nights will end.
    Sleep will overtake sadness.
    Things will be alright.

     

     

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    There are times when no
    words will suffice, we just need
    to look at flowers.

     

     

     

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    His hopes had been dashed,
    his dreams all surrendered … The
    tide pulls at his feet.

     

     

     

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    Where-ever I roam
    I keep the thought in my head,
    that I might see you.

     

     

     

     

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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'll find home.

    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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    To live without love
    is to whisper to angels
    and to be ignored.


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    Footprints on the beach ...
    When I could not go on, God
    drove me in his jeep.

     

    (Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

     

     


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    This'll float your boat;
    Naked Gondoliers is what
    makes Venetians blind.

     

     


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    An incoming tide,
    coral clouds at sunrise ... all
    our Hopes are reborn.

     

     

     

     


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    The arrondissement
    was seven ... I think. The view?
    Unforgettable.

     

     


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    A doormat thrown in
    the trashcan has probably
    worn out its welcome.

     

     

     


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    They say that I am
    hopelessly optimistic ...
    I just hope they're right.

     

     


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    tanka haiku:

    I wanted her so ...
    but I did not get her.  I
    got this life instead.

       I should be grateful, and yet ...
       all I have is loneliness.

     

     


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    Fog on the shore road.
    A man on a bicycle
    appears lost in thought.

     

     

     

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    Love again denied,
    forever unrequited,
    hope's on a bender.

     

     


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    The lush foliage
    of autumn, clings to trees like
    lots of Seurat's dots.

     


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    Bleeding hearts mixed with
    bloody ignorance will
    make a mess of things.

     

     

     


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    Mortally wounded,
    he nevertheless tried to
    remain positive.

     


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     tanka haiku:
     

    From the cab of his
    pickup, he could see grey smoke
    rise from the chimney.

    It was nearly sunrise and
    he could not wait for coffee.

     

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    In the corner sat
    a haunted piano, which
    played only lost chords.

     

     

     

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    We drove through the night
    to see the fall foliage
    mirrored in the lake.

     

     

     

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    a lonely road weaves
    through a dark forest. My soul
    must travel down it.

     

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    He kept hoping that
    planetary alignments
    would bring him good luck.

     

     

     


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    Rivers of knowledge
    seldom flood those reluctant
    to wade through the creek.

     

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    if / then-ku #1:

     


    Ship builders build ships,
    shoemakers make shoes ... washer
    women make washers?

     

     


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    if / then-ku #2:


    If the sky is blue,
    and the grass always greener,
    more books should be red.

     

     

     

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    Won't you have some tea?
    I'll sit here eating biscuits
    watching boats pass by.

     

    James Tissot (French, 1836–1902) | Tea | 1872


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    Collapsed in a heap,
    and yet ... I watch warily
    as the cat stalks me.

     

    "The Green Cushion" ca.1895 by Irving Ramsey Wiles (1861-1948)

     

     


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    His pulse would quicken
    each time she entered the room …
    Why not, she brought beer.

     

     

     

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    His trousers were gone ...
    her dress hung on a flagpole ...
    That was some party.

     


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    Hiking down hillsides,
    ground uneven 'neath my feet.
    My new slant on Life.

     

     

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    Carefully follow
    that path through the irises ...
    serenity waits.

     

     

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    He once walked two miles
    through the wind and pouring rain
    just to stroke her face.

     

     


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    Too many mornings
    pretending I reach for you.
    (Love always feels real.)

     


    (From the Stephen Sondheim musical, Follies;  Too Many Mornings.)
     

     

     

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    I think about you
    all the time. night. day. it's like
    I'm losing my mind.

     

     

     

     

    (From the Stephen Sondheim musical, Follies;  Losing My Mind.)

     

     


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    If I laugh and dance
    about how much I love you
    maybe you'll need me.

     


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    Torches throw shadows
    on dreary castle walls ... That
    mob wants Frankenstein!

     


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    I've got to have you
    now that you have told me that
    you really don't care.


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    And now, for this week's challenge:

    Post your haiku based on this photo in the Comments section under the title: "I Do-the-Haiku!")

    (Photograph from the film, "Sullivan's Travels")
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    Your love's not a lie?
    Then how can you leave me? 'We'll
    always have Paris.'


    (Photograph from the final scene of Casablanca)

     

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    Comments

    WOW

    Anyway...

    If I were so right

    How can I remain so left?

    I am not so right

    I am not so right

    Because I find myself here

    I am not so right

    I guess?


    When feeling left,
    don't be bereft,
    for being left,
    you're really right
    And when you're right, you're right ... right?
    Outtasight.

     

     

     

     



     


    This thought is a whole different thing. Really.

    How does one prove things, really.

    Since reality is now and we cannot even prove what 'now' is. hahhhah

    Maybe we just live in multiple universes.

    Maybe somewhere, sometime, the Earth is 6,000 years old. hahhhhh

    Mostly I am happy to be alive.

    It is just that if you or anyone can ever 'prove what is right.'it  is an impossibility.

    It is comical after all. hahhHH

    ​That is all I got right now.

    Except that we all live in our separate universes.

    Otherwise, how could we ever understand Cruz?


    Do you mean Penelope or Ted? 

    Maybe some of us live in parallel universes and some in perpendicular universes...


    Hunt for Red October. 


    Play it again Sam.  "As Time Goes By"


    Oak leaves were falling

    A north breeze swirled around 

    We stacked the firewood.


    Excellent, Oxy!

     

    We stacked the firewood
    then trudged through the mud to the
    hen-house to get eggs.


    Thanks, Smith.

    The challenge:

     

    Latest job attire.

    Bernie Sanders won it all

    Down-sized Goldman Sacks

     


     

    Good one!!


    An oak tree was felled

    Split firewood took the first breath

    Fresh and sweet, what's this?


    Excellent!!


     


    Challenge -

    Pardon, sir, but that

    bag doesn't seem to quite fit

    the look of your suit.


    Good one, Missy!!

     

     


    Pardon, sir, will that

    knapsack make Hackensack or

    even hobo kin?

     


    Ha!  Excellent, Oxy!!


    If Justice is blind,
    the service comes at a cost;
    The scale must be held.

    Power is a thing,
    with properties and essence:
    Like something you touch.

    I want to kiss you.
    Your glance repels and welcomes.
    Love is not easy.


     

    Good ones, moat!

     

    Though Justice is blind,
    the all-seeing eye takes note
    of our transgressions.

    Give glory to God
    in all you do or speak, keep
    His word within reach.

     

     

     


    Excellent, Moat.

    And you too, Smith.


    If life were easy

    Anyone could do it see?

    Justice is not blind

    We must really see

    Who the participants are

    And also hear them

    Blind justice is bad

    We need judges who will see

    The bad from the good.

    (I get a kick out of this)

    I think I am stuck in Mobile

    (And the mail box has been stolen, (or at least fixed)


    Excellent!  Thank you for this, DD.  

    Stuck in a mobile?
    call Alexander Calder
    and he'll get you out.


    I just got this joke

    Give the mobile a short poke

    And the thing will move

    It will move along

    Calder was asking to move

    Five fingers will do

    hahahahahahah

    Oh mamma


    My life has meaning.
    I'm here to make you laugh
    It gives me purpose.

    No sarcasm meant.
    I fail in so many ways
    by many measures.

    But one thing I know
    It gives me joy to share laughs
    That's what Life's about.


    I just got this joke

    Give the mobile a short poke

    And the thing will move

    It will move along

    Calder was asking to move

    Five fingers will do

    hahahahahahah

    Oh mamma


    Blind means impartial.
    The fold of cloth applies some
    pressure on the wound.



    Blind also means a
    place from which you can shoot ducks.
    Mallard lives matter.

     

    (I'm sorry, I thought of this and it just made me laugh.)

     


    I had to think about this, really think about this but...

    I have to render unto Mr. Smith, the Dayly Line of the Day Award for this here Dagblog Site, given to all of him from all of me.

    hahhahhhahhhhAHHhhh

    I mean who the hell else would have thought of this?

     


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