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    Yet another Friday afternoon at the Haiku-lodeon

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 04/20/2012 - 12:50pm |

     

     
     
     
    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     
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    To impress the girl,
    the young man sent the small stone
    skimming 'cross the lake.
     
     
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    Dogs in the silo
    chasing wayward mice. I guess
    corn 'futures' are up.
     
     
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    On a Summer's day,
    an old jalopy sputters
    down a dusty road.
     
     
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    I am older now,
    than my father got to be.
    Where's my role model?
     
     
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    tanka haiku: A mirror reflects,
    It can not envision nor
    offer opinions.
      
    It may reflect who I am ...
    but it gets it all backwards.
     
     
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    Bowls of walnuts sit
    on a coffee table made
    of their ancestors.
     
     
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    Conundrums collide!
    Climactic catastrophes
    clearly caused chaos!
     
     
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    By the garden fence,
    a very blue hydrangea,
    contemplates freedom.
     
     
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    Minds that only yearn,
    and don't taste the fruit of life,
    merely chew the rind.
     
     
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    She laughed wickedly.
    Such a chill went up his spine,
    that he sneezed ice cubes.
     
     
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    tanka haiku:  All one ever knows,
    Is what they've experienced,
    Or taken on faith.
      
    But, like silt in riverbeds,
    Both can muddy the water.
     
     
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    The arc of your life,
    will pierce many souls, sewing
    tapestries of hope.
     
     
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    Nantucket lightships
    cast their lights out to the sea;
    "Warning: Rocky Shoals!"
     
     
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    Yearning for peaches,
    he settled for nectarines ...
    and hoped for the best.
     
     
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    tanka haiku: There is a moment
    that will happen in each Life;
    When the hands of your 
       
    father's watch are laid claim to
    by your son. Age bows to youth.
     
     
     
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    The playful kitten
    stalks its prey ... then it pounces
    on the ball of yarn.
     
     
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    Somewhere in the deep
    recesses of my brain, sleep
    forgotten haikus.
     
     
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    tanka haiku:  In a dark, dank cave,
    flickering shadows thrown by
    a single candle,
       
    dance upon the walls and play 
    with our imaginations.
     
     
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    Once he had learned the
    multiplication tables,
    it all added up.
     
     
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    She had had enough
    of his constant ogling,
    so she turned his head.
     
     
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    He looked at his watch,
    then nervously eyed the crowd.
    Curtain going up!
     
     
     
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    tanka haiku:  A pox on 'Fox'? Yes!
    They lie like rugs, but ... perhaps
    The truth will find THEM.
     
    On the other hand, rugs should
    be beaten regularly.
     
     
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    Comments

    Nectarines are better, you can eat the peel without gagging.

    I am older now,
    than my father got to be.
    Where's my role model?
     
    I have been thinking this for two decades and more since Dad died so young.
     
    It is funny thinking about how young and foolish your own father was? Is it not?
     
    I'm watchin Sheen again by the way. He stops in the middle of a riff, then stumbles and cries out:
     
    Oh, I really fouled up that joke.
     
    And then he stands with his back to the audience staring at his blackboard!
     
    JMJ
     
    The guy was a natural!

    by Richard Day on Sat, 04/21/2012 - 6:19pm

    My dad died in Feb. of 1971 and the age of 57.  I had just turned 20.   In my forties, it saddened me to realize that I had now been alive longer without my dad than with him, and then, a few years ago, I realized that I was now older than he ever got to be, so even if I wanted to, there were no footsteps of his for me to follow.  

    I recently came across a brief video of a super 8 movie of my family at Xmas 1970, my dad's last Xmas.  He was dying of cancer.  It was so odd to see him again in something other than my memory or an old photo, and so weird to realize that my now nearly 94 year old mother was younger in that film clip than I am now.

    Father O'Malley (Bing Crosby) in GOING MY WAY:  "When I was 18, I thought my father was pretty dumb. After a while when I got to be 21, I was amazed to find out how much he’d learned in three years."

     

    I realize Der Bingle is no Fulton Sheen, but the quote seemed appropriate.


    by MrSmith1 on Sun, 04/22/2012 - 12:10am

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