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    Another Getaway Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     


    With hands o’er hearts and
    eyes on the flag, a bugle
    plays a mournful “Taps”.

     


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    He sits quietly
    with a small flag in his hands
    haunted by foxholes.

     

     

     

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    Would Mary Cassatt
    drive a Passat? I get the
    impression she'd not.

    (Happy Would-have-been Birthday to Mary Cassatt)
     

     

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    A lonely bus stop
    on a Monday afternoon
    I count the taxis.

     

     

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    We seldom notice
    the slow erosion of Life.
    we prefer dreaming.

     

     

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    Dispositions change.
    Mindsets frequently evolve.
    Never close a door.

     

     

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    Waiting for the dawn,
    I lie in somber darkness,
    replaying last night.

     

     

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    The latest latte?
    Li'l liquid latex lumps in
    limpid lakes of limes.


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    triple haiku:

     

    I will not admit
    I ever held you, but now
    I'm letting you go.

    Feeling you against
    me, got me through the night. but
    now the morning's come.

    We may never meet
    in the flurry of the years,
    but you'll stay with me.

     

     

     

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    Blue fights against Red
    Incompatible Colors?
    (Yellow punches Green!)


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    Yogi-isms pt.2-ku

     

    When fat ladies sing
    take the knife in the road, it's
    deja-vu again.

     

     

     

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    Hey! Stop nudging me!
    I’ll get up in a minute …
    Hit the snooze alarm.


     

     

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    His future, said the
    gypsy, held great things ... but she’d
    mis-read the-tea leaves.

     

     

     


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    In primeval woods
    you can find stumps to sit on
    while you play your flute.

     

     

     

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    Now that you are gone
    All I do is stare at the
    flowered wallpaper.

     

     

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    Though she pined for him,
    she could not find a way to
    gracefully forgive.

     

     

     

     

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


     

     

     

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    A tangle of trees
    may clutter the morning sky
    but happily so.


     

     

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    Catastrophic muck!
    Mercury’s in retrograde! …
    Cosmic forces!  … arrggghhh!


     

     

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    Vivid colors like
    a circus clown, who's sticking
    his tongue out at you.

     

    ( Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

     

     

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    At the sky's edges,
    mountaintops still pierce the clouds,
    to peek at heaven.

     

     


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    The world kept spinning
    as I lay in a meadow
    watching clouds drift by.

     

     


     

     

    Any given day,
    swirling leaves will seem confused
    by the winds of change.


     

     

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    When daffodils bloom,
    near the edge of one’s garden,
    passers-by may pluck.

     

     

     

     

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    Though old of age, he
    felt he still had tales to tell,
    and trails to wander.

     

     

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    She no longer cares
    if she impresses others,
    she just likes to sing.

     

     

     

     

    A slice of apple,
    a wedge of sharp cheddar cheese,
    and you by my side.

     

     

     

     

    When dealing with a
    pants-ful of problems, find some
    pockets of patience.

     

     

     

    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 get off.

    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.

     

     

     

     

     

    In their living room,
    a conversation started
    in jest, ends sadly.

     

     


     

     

     

    Lazy sunlight drifts,
    through the parted lace curtains,
    of the drawing room.

     

     

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    Why-does-a-chicken-ku:

     

    Psychic helps chickens
    to get to the other side;
    That's called Poultry-geist.


     

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    Double haiku:

    Two ballet dancers
    arch their backs and reach their arms
    up to the heavens.

    A plea to God to
    understand the suffering
    of this mortal realm.

     

     

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    Whatever ends will
    begin again; our journey
    is but a circle.

     

     


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    Mom’s gold charm bracelet,
    clanged against the banister,
    as she climbed the stairs.


     

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    Pancakes for dinner …
    because I’m an adult and
    I’ll eat what I want.


     

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    The fabric of Life;
    From order to chaos, we
    slowly unravel.


     

     

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    Words had no effect,
    so, reluctantly, he tried
    throwing sticks and stones.


     

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    Courtesan and muse,
    she was unemotional …
    though often tickled.

     

     

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    tanka haiku:

    The curve of her waist,
    the creases of her smile, the
    wisdom in her thoughts.

    She slowly consumed all his
    waking moments … then, his dreams.

     

     

     

     

    Eschewing sunsets,
    he loved the subtler hues
    of mid-afternoon.


     

     

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    double haiku:
     
    Jiggling joggers
    waiting for the light to change
    bouncing up and down
     
    When the light turns green,
    a pony-tailed tsunami
    sweeps across the street.

     

     


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    The young schoolgirl’s crush
    waited ‘neath the boardwalk with
    a cold grape soda.

     


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    So let us slumber,
    for we have come a long way
    and have eaten lunch.


     

     

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    tanka haiku:
     

      Standing on the beach,
      looking at the ocean, I
      ponder Life’s journey.

       What makes me laugh, is to think
       that seagulls do the same thing.

     

     

     


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    Waiting by the door,
    a shy young girl fidgets with
    a pink wrist-corsage.

     

     

     


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    tanka haiku:

    Summer days of youth,
    running through fields, resting ‘neath
    the shade of an oak.

    Then riding bikes to the park,
    and playing ‘ball ’til supper.

     

     

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    The rain has ended.
    Central Park looks lush and green
    and eager with Life.


     

     

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    You know how painful
    it can be when friends leave ... I'm
    hurtin', Letterman.

     

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    Happy Memorial Day Weekend!

     

     

     

    Comments

    Jiggling joggers. Very good, Mr. Smith.

    Pony-tail tsunami---love it, great image.


    I hope you didn't have too much flooding around your place? 


    Hey, trking, just saw your comment. I've been pretty lucky. My pasture flooded and came within an inch of flooding my barn floor. Tornados hitting all around. People who have lived in North Texas their whole lives have never seen anything like this before. A farmer friend just bought a 100 K hay bailer and may not get any cuts this year, so the incessant rain is impacting folks economically. It's very akin to "mud season" in Vermont and the N.E., oddly enough.


    I knew the Red River was flooding.  This had all the makings of a atmospheric river event.  A monsoon on steroids. I was following your weather because my grand daughter had driven across Texas to get to Colorado.  She is starting at Co.U in Fort Collins this summer to study physics. She got through Texas before the sky fell and to Ft. Collins after the tornado warnings had been lifted. She told me that she hates driving through Texas. She posted on face book "Thank you baby Jesus I am here!"  She is not religious. She kept us informed as she traveled. 

    It is all part of global warming. Who knows what we are all going to have to cope with.  El Nino is gearing up to be a pain in the butt out west. 

    I am glad you didn't have any damage.  


    How long will it be before someone suggests the flooding was part of Obama's planned takeover of Texas?


    Now that you are gone
    All I do is stare at the
    flowered wallpaper.


    I love that song!!   I remember when it came out. 

    It must have imprinted on my brain.  hahahaha
     


    I do too.  We would sing with it when driving around. 


    It is very near.
    The incredible distance
    is an appearance.


    Good one, moat!!

    A faraway look
    does not demand great distance;
    just hope for nearness.

     

     


    It is very near ...

    imaginary distance

    carefully portrayed.


    Nice one, Missy!


    Please try to keep your
    imaginary distance.
    my folks are watching.


    She gave him the look

    Intimacy imagined

    junior needs nappies


    She gave him the look.

    Scared him almost enough to

    run away ... almost.


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