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    A Blue-Skied Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:

     

     

    Woody Guthrie said
    that his guitar "kills fascists."
    Wish I had me one.


    (Happy would-have-been 102nd birthday this week to Woody Guthrie.)

     

     

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    Sometimes I see things ...
    Sometimes I see in things ... that
    Art is ev'rywhere.

    (Left:) Marcel Duchamp's The Large Glass
    (Right:) the sidewalk in front of my apt. building.

     

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    On an old building,
    a shadow of an ad makes
    me think of Banksy.

    (Columbus Avenue and 107th St. NYC)

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    Can we define a
    swallow that is not swallowed
    as a bird preserve?

     

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    When you look at Life
    from diff'rent angles, points of
    view turn upside down.

     

    (Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)


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    The much less optioned
    'mitigated disaster'
    will still trash the place.

     

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    double haiku:

     

    Waiting, after work
    for access-a-ride, leaning
    against the building.

     

    Will they ever come?
    Will it start to rain?  Will I
    ever give up hope?

     

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    The truck went faster
    clearly due to its streamlined
    art-deco design.

     

    (Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

     

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    My old neighborhood
    has become gentrified.  I
    left it just in time.

     

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    Swirling rain pelts me.
    I dash for shelter under
    a leafy oak tree.

     

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    A sincere heart is,
    more likely to change the world,
    than organized plans.

     

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    Their schemes fail, but vamp
    and no-good-nik agree; “Must
    keel moose an’ squirrel!!”
     
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    She has a great smile,
    which can send him to the moon.
    So, he makes her laugh.

     

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    Dilapidated
    old grist mill at river’s edge
    once fed a small town.

     

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    What’s clearly defined,
    leave alone. What’s blurry at
    the edges, let be.

     

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    Who stares back at you
    when you look in the mirror?
    Is it friend or foe?

     

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    Behind the pool hall,
    drunken teens sit quietly,
    getting their first tats.

     

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    double haiku:

     

    This physical realm,
    lets spiritual beings,
    experience pain.
     
    Live and you’ll know pain;
    All lessons in Life derive
    from this simple fact.

     

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    All ways a great read for the soul.  Thanks. 


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