Richard Day's picture

    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.

    MrSmith1's picture

    An Extremely Late Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

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

    MrSmith1's picture

    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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    CVille Dem's picture

    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!!!!!

    MrSmith1's picture

    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.

     

    MrSmith1's picture

    Another Getaway Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus: 

     

     

     

     

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    MrSmith1's picture

    A Quiet, Rainy Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

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

    Richard Day's picture

    MED SHOWS

     

    Oliver Platt (2010).jpg

    OKAY, WE WILL TRY THIS AGAIN?

    MrSmith1's picture

    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: 

     

    MrSmith1's picture

    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.

     

     

    MrSmith1's picture

    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,

    MrSmith1's picture

    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,

    MrSmith1's picture

    A Fastidious Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

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

    MrSmith1's picture

    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.

    MrSmith1's picture

    A Really Good Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     

     

     

    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,

    MrSmith1's picture

    A Theatrical Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

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

     

    MrSmith1's picture

    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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    MrSmith1's picture

    Marching Forth on a Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     

     

     

    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.

     

     

    MrSmith1's picture

    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.

    barefooted's picture

    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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