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    A Decently December Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     


    And so it begins;
    the cold month that ends each year.
    Be mild, December.


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    Another Thankful Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    Through an iron fence,
    I watch autumn leaves fall on
    empty park benches.

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    A New Beginning on a Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    On the eleventh
    Month, day and hour - at long last,
    the guns fell silent.

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    A Nearly Saturday Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    If you need a laugh,
    ask a child what adults say
    when they're whispering.

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    A Ghastly, Ghostly, Very Scary Friday Afternoon at The Haikulodeon

     

     

     

    Here's this week's headless heap of horrifying haikus:

     

     

     

    Frankenstein's Monster
    pursued by an angry mob
    "Alive, Alive, NO!"

     

     

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    An Autumnal Frost on a Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     


     

     

     

     

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    An Autumnal frost,
    withered pumpkins on the vine,
    squirrels breathing steam.

     

     

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    Singin' the Blues on a Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    Slouched in a corner,
    of a dingy juke joint, a
    young man learns the blues.

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    A Wind-Swept Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

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    He buried his fear
    in the pleats of mother's skirt.
    ( ... wiped his nose there too.)

     

     


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     Fear is a fabric
    that folds under stress, and when
    in hot water, shrinks.

     

     

     

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    Finally, a Finely Fried Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    In that 'long ago',
    all of us are ever young ...
    never more alive.

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    A Deplorable/Adorable Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    Thoughts, planted wisely,
    blossom in reluctant minds,
    when the time is right.

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    Autumn in Hiding on a Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

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    A golden surfer
    rides a quiet wave to shore
    the world is at peace.

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    THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL

     

    This link got to me.

    http://www.huffingtonpost.com/stacey-skrysak/why-im-the-mom-crying-at-_b_11793692.html?

    This mother lost two of three triplets, evidently and it recounts her taking her four year old to preschool for the first time and then LEAVING HER THERE. hahahhah

    My granddaughter is going to her first day of preschool on Monday, next.

    The parents had to work out the delivery system as well as the recovery system. 

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    Yet Another Laborious Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     

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    Autumn taught 'em, when
    the first leaf falls from a tree
    Summer soon will wane.



     ( I saw that first leaf today, lying quietly on the sidewalk.)

     

     

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    A Feckless, Freckled Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    Drunk and bewildered ...
    Well, here I am, 2 PM.
    Heck, what day is it?

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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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