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    A Rainy Fall Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 09/28/2012 - 1:58pm |

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     
     
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    Hand me my cane ... and
    open the window, I think
    your husband is home.
     
     
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     When my love is near,
    the world's filled with happiness,
    and it all makes sense.
     
     
     
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     He said, "It's complex
    to read about sex, without
    a visual aid(e)."
     
     
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     Now all that remains
    are images in my head ...
    and her purple scarf.
     
     
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    Double haiku:
     
    Her heart cringed when she
    found some old love letters, but
    forgot who wrote them.

    The letters revealed
    the seeds of a broken heart;
    harvester unknown.
     
     
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    haiku: Shadows thrown upon
    a brick wall by passing cars,
    flee into doorways.
     
     
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    Nine-teen Fifty-five;
    this sounded like the future.
    Now, future sounds suck.
     
     
     
     
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    He was so sleepy,
    he spread the raspberry jam
    on both toast and hand.
     
     
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    Double haiku:
     
    Oreos and milk
    are the double martinis
    of the pre-school crowd.

    Plate-fuls of cookies,
    like magician's assistants;
    blink ... and they're all gone.
     
     
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    If you choose to use
    a magnifying glass, know
    that you will find flaws.
     
     
     
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    Jet vapor trails slice
    through a Maxfield Parrish sky
    of back-lit pink clouds.
     
     
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    The playground's where he
    lost a tooth. Not from fighting;
    stale peanut butter.
     
     
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     As you get older,
    perspectives change; trivial
    matters fall away.
     
     
    My friend David's response:

    Respond-ku:

    Eyesight, hearing, and
    Hair are trivial matters???
    I am just asking.
     
     
    Respond-ku2:
     
    Not at all my friend.
    (Then again, they HAVE begun
    to fall away, right?)
     
     
     
     
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    Eighteen coffee cups
    cluttering the countertop;
    broken dishwasher.
     
     
     
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     A pastel sunset,
    occurs behind some buildings.
    I wait for the bus.
     
     
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    Yom Kippur-ku:
     
    The fast went slowly.
    All he could think about were
    those damned macaroons.
     
     
    My friend David's response:
     
    Goyim-ku: 
     
    You got your treats mixed.
    Macaroons are Passover;
    YK's rugelach.
     
     
    Respond-ku2:
     
    Just wait a minute...
    Who passed over macaroons?
    Leave the plate right there!
     
     
    Explanation-ku:

    If it were not for
    contractions in English,
    Haikus would be harrrrrrd!
     
     
     
    Explanation-ku2:
     
    Contractions contrast
    contradictions concisely;
    contrary conflicts.
     
     
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    Finding peace-makers
    is never as easy as
    finding warriors.
     
     
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    Thoughts, planted wisely,
    blossom in reluctant minds,
    when the time is right.
     
     
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    Grieving trees embark
    on their sad autumn journeys,
    shedding leafy tears.
     
     
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    haiku: I don't oversleep,
    I just go to sleep too late,
    and clocks don't adjust.
     
     
     
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    tanka haiku:
     
    Will. That is all. Will.
    It answers all questions that
    ask why we go on.

    Will is the determined push
    that leads Hope to Victory.
     
     
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    In a lazy field,
    I gaze at a distant fence,
    and ask ... what's beyond?
     
     
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    The next couple, my friend David started and I responded.
     
    NotAgain-Ku:

    Experience traps
    the mind into expecting
    what might not occur.
     
     
    Yup-again-ku:

    Experience frees
    the mind into expecting
    what might yet occur.
     
     
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    NotNowKu:

    When can one tell him
    "I'm falling in love with you"
    when he won't feel trapped?
     
     
    Respond-ku:
     
    The answer's simple.
    (Most answers are, says Ockham ...)
    When he has been trapped.
     
     
    Respondku2:

    Trap me with freedom,
    Then throw me, with all your heart,
    in the sea of love.
     
     
    Respond-ku 3:
     
    The seas will seize them
    (Each flea will flee them.) Each heart
    captured, enraptured.
     
     
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    Just so that you know;
    Got my mojo workin' ... but,
    at my age, it's moot.
     
     
     
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    Above. graceful hawks
    swoop through blue skies. Below, ripe
    blackberries to pick.
     
     
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    Though we start even ...
    you still can't say who won; we've
    run towards diff'rent goals.
     
     
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    tanka haiku:
     
    I support "Your cause",
    but don't make me re-commit
    ev'ry single day.

    I have strength to see things through,
    without Facebook reminders.
     
     
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    The leaves have chang-ed

    Once green, they are all so red

    Ice shall freeze the dead

     

    Winds shall blow and mend

    What spring hath brought us anon

    Birds escape the death

     

    I ignore the trends

    I pretend that spring never ends

    The path shall prove all

     

    Caught in elections

    Our inner predictions tell

    Winter shall win all

     

    I was very cold

    I became warm but so old

    Seasons change my self

     

    I am cold once more

    Winter wins every time

    Forget not the past

     

    We pretend the past

    And that will never come back

    But echoes rebound

     

    The seasons will change

    No matter what I might deign

    The cycle is fixed

     

    I shall surely die

    But I will never know why

    The end is just nigh

     

    Counting my verses

    Is extremely  hard to do

    But, so is our life

     

     

     


    by Richard Day on Fri, 09/28/2012 - 7:23pm

    Now that made me smile.  Thank you DD for that wonderful haiku-cycle.

     

    a haiku-cycle,

    No, NOT a haiku-cicle ...

    One freezes, one thaws.

     

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 09/28/2012 - 10:26pm

     

    My good friend, (and fellow Spondy), Tom Contrino and I have some of our photo-haiku collaborations featured in the latest issue of Edge Magazine. Check it out!
     

    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 09/30/2012 - 2:04pm

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