A Double Friday Afternoon’s posting at the Haikulodeon


Last week’s heap of haikus … (Scroll down for this week’s)



Ezekial saw
the wheel … in the middle of
the seashore boardwalk.
Down a country road,
he let his horse lead him home
and his mind wander.
 “As free as a bird”
assumes that a bird can fly …
What about penguins?!
The look in her eyes
was enough to melt his heart …
and his tupperware.
 trudging slowly on,
I get to the pharmacy
just as it’s closing.
If you pose questions
but don’t really want answers …
your goal’s not knowledge.
On a moonlit night,
in a cottage near the dell,
at last, he knew love!
Wide awake last night?
You ran away in my dreams.
Come hug me and sleep.
A world of traitors
can be found if you look for it,
so too, worlds of love.
 No sadness today
over inclement weather …
Friday trumps rainstorms.
Will our lives collapse
into some financial mess?
Sure … Ya happy now?
Clearly embarrassed,
The teen excuses herself
and runs from the room.
Strolling through the park,
I can feel my focus shift.
Nature affects me.
Take a chance, today.
Put your fears aside and LEAP
into the unknown.
When you have a lot
that’s on your mind, let your day
begin quietly.
Walking through meadows
just before sunrise, is worth
some wet trouser cuffs.
I met a rabbit
this morn, in a dew-y glen,
I nodded, he hopped.
Anguished and in pain,
she never thought that her life
would end up like this.
Pies on windowsills
send aromas wafting through
the nearby schoolyard.
Ten, Jack, Queen, King … Four.
(sigh) It’s time to leave the game.
Poker can be cruel.
Coral begonias
offer a quiet contrast
to those yellow mums.
She has a great smile;
it can send him to the moon.
So … he makes her laugh.
This week’s heap of haikus …
When you fall in love…
It will be … what it is; Love.
Thus, no rules apply.
alliterative tanka haiku:
Pa peddled papers,
Ma mostly mixed martinis.
Sis sewed sombreros.

I, inadvertently, inked,
(in innocence), irked insights.

Standing in a field,
listening to the night’s sounds …
I feel comforted.
tanka haiku:

Ev’ry circumstance
is an opportunity
to learn and to grow.

Do not shrink in fear, step up
to the plate and swing away!

a whisper, a glance …
her touch lasts but a moment,
yet his world is moved.
Play that trumpet, “Pops”
Sing some more sweet lines of scat …
Syncopate our lives.
Make your teabags steep.
If gradually inclined,
tea will get cozy.
In an oblong tin,
he kept his oolong tea … A
thin tin type tea tin.
tanka haiku: 
From the cab of his
pickup, he could see the smoke
rise from the chimney.

It was nearly sunrise and
he could not wait for donuts.

double haiku:
The screen door slams shut.
An angry young man runs to
his car and ‘peels out.’

A young girl watches
from the window and prays that
her sadness will mend.

Remember; Thousands
of things will go RIGHT for you,
ev’ry single day.
Optimists will see
the lollipop, Pessimists
will just see the stick.
The petulant pup
pouts by the pantry; the cat’s
eaten his supper.
tanka haiku:
Clinging to her form,
the diaphanous gown made
her ethereal.

As she stood in the moonlight,
she glowed with Love’s own glory.

A leaf-less tree frames
a lonely farm-house in the
middle of nowhere.
 respond-ku1: (written by my friend, David)

Sometimes you can tell
a poet is lonely, just
by reading his stuff.
Haikus can be like
psychoanalysis, and
quite a bit cheaper.
(My response – (respond-ku3)
Ah yes, but sometimes
poets will make things up and
lonely’s just a word.
(My response – (respond-ku4)
A haiku is no
substitute for shrink visits …
They’re short one act plays.
respond-ku 5:

I DID say “can be,”
not that the two were the same.
I’m careful with words.

So you did, my friend,

but how could I be lonely
with a friend like you?
On a leaf-strewn path,
a small boy hesitates … then,
kicking leaves, runs home.
Someone blocks your way.
Reward them? Or stop them? Seems
like a no-brainer.
There is a structure
to all things, and a context
to fence it all in.
All fields have a fence.
All lives have a purpose; You
need to build a fence.
Inside of your mind
are vast landscapes to explore.
discover yourself.
 Walking through meadows
just before sunrise is worth
some wet trouser cuffs.
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