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    A Sunny and Summer-y Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    A rusty Ford coupe
    parked in the driveway of a
    two room bungalow.

    Other Lurkers

    Now that acanuck has been outed as Justin Bieber (see "Would You Vote for Ted Cruz..."), I wonder what other celebrities are lurking behind Dagblog monikers.  Suspected all along that "Ramona" was actually Kim Kardashian,  but who really is behind the "Michael Wolraich" tag?

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    A Ubiquitous Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    In the morning light,
    a sailboat on the Hudson,
    moves as in a dream.

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    How do we know what we know?

    A bust of Socrates

    I got this epiphany of sorts.

    Where should I put this thought or these thoughts?

    I started something earlier in the week and I shall get to it.

    How to begin?

    My Grandaughter went to my son. 

    And she asked a simple question, the type of question I never ever asked or questioned.

    She asked her Dad:

    Why am I Noela?

    First, she went to Dad and not Mom?

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    A Tweet-baiting Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    A wise old man sat
    amidst the rubble and smiled
    at all he had learned.

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    A Blissfully Ignorant Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

    Quietly, the dusk
    soothes the ocean waters and
    calms the day for night.

     

    (Photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo)

     

     

    Here's the rest of this week's heap of haikus:

     

    Special Edition: *You-Do-the-Haiku*

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    A Non-Dystopian Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

     


    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     


    Love may seem like a
    fallowed field, but Love won't yield
    a random harvest.

     

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    An Unindicted, Unendorsed Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    Hiding in shadows,
    waiting for the sun to set,
    and the moon to rise.

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    Another Star-Spangled Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    The rockets' red glare,
    bombs bursting in air, gave proof
    that we love fireworks.

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    MESMER

    Franz Anton Mesmer.jpgMesmer treated patients both individually and in groups. With individuals he would sit in front of his patient with his knees touching the patient's knees, pressing the patient's thumbs in his hands, looking fixedly into the patient's eyes. Mesmer made "passes", moving his hands from patients' shoulders down along their arms.

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    An Extremely Late Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    Somewhere in the deep
    recesses of my brain, sleep
    forgotten haikus.

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    A Jittery Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     

     

     

    South wind, cloudy sky
    the ever present mountain
    never once asks why.

     

     

     

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    Trump is as wonderful as he says he is

    Trump says: "Just kidding"

    About the Mexican Judge.

    ..........Until November

     

     

    Rats are deserting

    That ship the GOP built

    Because they are scared.

     

     

    Even Ivanka --

    The cool cucumber she is

    Knows not what to say.

     

     

    Sing along with Trump:

    Mexicans, Muslims, and blacks...

    All love me because?

     

    Women know I'm great

    Because I'm not a loser.

    Mommy, mom....love me!!!!!

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    A Fearlessly Friendly Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     


    Here's this week's heap of haikus:


     

    Remembrance of war
    a flag of the rising sun
    will be going home.

     

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    Another Getaway Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus: 

     

     

     

     

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    A Quiet, Rainy Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    Darkness overwhelms,
    but then, the morning sunrise
    peeks through my window.

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    MED SHOWS

     

    Oliver Platt (2010).jpg

    OKAY, WE WILL TRY THIS AGAIN?

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    A Presumptive Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     

     

    Yesterday-ku:


    Cinco de Mayo?
    Torpedo a condiment!
    (Yeah, it's a cheap joke.)

     

     

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    tanka haiku: 

     

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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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