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    Playin' the Poem Card on a Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     

     

    I often wonder
    what cows in fields must think when
    men on bikes ride by.

     

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    Elements of style,
    Hallmarks of erudition ...
    Shut up, already.

     

     

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    An Un-Salacious Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    We're royally screwed;
    The Queen's alive, Prince is dead ...
    Stephen King's okay.

    Oh, her?

     

    The affair ended,

    teaching me about women,

    they will disappoint.

    No matter,

    they're all the same,

    what was her name?

     

    We talked late in August,

    at her kitchen table,

    lemonade in hand,

    I heard about him,

    and everyone else

    on the planet.

    I wasn't buying it.

    "You call these five years an infatuation?

    Well, lady, the numbers just don't add up!"

     

    I may have knocked over a glass,

    or a chair, as I stomped out,

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    A Well-Deserved Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     

    Bring your broken-ness
    to the altar of repairs ...
    Hallelujah, fixed.

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    On-this-day-ku:


    When Titanic sank ...
    Young Leo DiCaprio's
    heart did not go on.

    Dad to the Rescue

     

    Driving up to Vermont, I thought of him

    Mom had given me some momentos---

    Masonic ring, leather wallet,

    a stack of canceled hundred dollar checks

    ---some great contacts there, such as

    McGovern, Happy Chandler and Kefauver.

     

    I was in my mid thirties when a head hunter

    on Park Ave asked me what my Dad "did".

    Unprepared for this question pitched directly,

    ----"Retired" I lied.

    What your Dad "did" has no bearing upon

    an introduction of you to an investment bank,

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    A Fastidious Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    Never a doubt 'bout
    that Okie from Muskogee ...
    Merle was a badass.

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    Coming and Going on a Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    He's close enough to
    stare, and old enough to know
    what's worth staring at.

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    A Really Good Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

     

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    The Easter Bunny
    scared her so much, she went to
    church without a peep.

    Happy Birthday, Billy Collins.

     

     

    In the midst of political rhetoric which has now reached a kind of sixth dimension of reality shows interbreeding with news hosts and spawning the likes of You Know Who, we are very fortunate to have our poets, especially Billy Collins, born on March 22.  

    With more gall than intrepidness I offer a small tribute, a poetic review of my favorite collection of his poems, in the book, "Sailing alone around the room". (published some time ago).

     

           AHOY, BILLY.

     

    Stirring opposite reflections,

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    A Theatrical Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

    The curtain rises on this week's heap of haikus:

     

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    A Primarily Trump Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

     

    Here's this place for Politics's weekly heap of haikus:

     

     

     

    He is short-fingered
    and a Vulgarian ... The
    Odious Don Drumpf.

     

     


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    Marching Forth on a Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

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

     

     

     

     

     

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    Where-ever I go,
    I feel I am at home, which
    is embarassing.

     

     

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    A Flattering Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    An over-dose of
    an antidote, will become
    a poison itself

    Left Las Vegas

    Ok, moving back to regular Reader section.

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    Our Choice

    Donald J. Trump will be the Republican nominee. Let's stop pretending otherwise and wasting time when there's so much at stake.

    So who do we want to put up against him? Let's be honest; no one agrees and likely won't until they're told they're wrong long enough to give in unless they convince the other side that they're totally wrong. Sounds like a caucus. Sounds like politics.

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    A Flustered Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

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    In our memories
    Scout and Atticus ... and Boo
    shall live forever.

     

    Harper Lee - RIP

     

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    A Friday Afternoon Valentine from The Haikulodeon

     

     

     

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    A Frequently Freezing Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    A knock at the door.
    her face rings a bell  ... My past
    has caught up with me.

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    A No-Frills Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

     

     

     

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    Do not obsess on
    the follies of youth, but how
    you overcame them.

     

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    A Snow-covered Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     


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    triple haiku:

    Consistency makes
    unimaginative lives
    seem less vacuous.


     

    Consistent is not
    a value, it's an action.
    (Erratic is too.)

     

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    A Bitterly Blue Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     


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    My car windows would
    seem an unlikely source of
    Sunrise reflections

     

     

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    The Very First Second Friday Afternoon of The Year at the Haikulodeon

    New Years Resolution-ku:

    Here's to hoping that
    the treadmill we're on, does not
    go any faster.

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    Another Day Late Year-End Review at the Haikulodeon (Pt. 2)

    Part Two of the Haikulodeon's Year-End Review.  The Best of your comments in haiku form. 
    Thanks to all for such a wonderful assortment of haikus.

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    A Day Late Year-End Review at the Haikulodeon - pt. 1

    2015 was an amazing year at the Haikulodeon.  I have been going through all the comments this past year and there are so many great haikus, I'm going to post this year-end review in two parts.  I've included some of my haiku comments in the mix because they fit into the thread and sparked other responses.   Thanks to all who responded last year, including Barefooted, Richard Day, Guy named Lulu, moat, Oxy Mora, Peracles Please, Trkingmomoe and Ramona.

    Happy New Year. Dagbloggers!!

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    A Fairly Christmas-y Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     


    December morning,
    I walk through an alleyway
    between two churches.

     

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    Hidden in the creche;
    a marble he'd stolen from
    his little brother.

     

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