Friday before Thanksgiving at the Haikulodeon


Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:
Though snow has fallen,
remember, it has fallen
but it can’t get up.
On his head, “Gramps” wore
a blue Yankees baseball cap,
which made him feel young.
double haiku: This mellow fellow
won’t say ‘hello’, whilst he plays
upon the cello.

He bows, but won’t pluck.
Pizzicato is not his
motto … (Just our luck.)

double haiku: As the morning dew
disperses, flowers bloom, a
gardener curses.
Why’s the gardener
apoplectic? ‘Cuz he needs
some antiseptic.
A lazy river
that winds through a lush valley,
still will reach the sea.
Respond-ku from my friend, David:
What he’s saying is
“Take it easy, greasy, you’ve
a long way to slide”
My respond-ku2:
Stop talkin’ Jive, Clive.
Rivers that wide cannot slide,
They flow, don’t ‘cha know?
double haiku:
In the barber’s chairs,
boys squirm and fidget … meanwhile
dad’s reading Playboy.
Sweeping up the hair,
old men argue politics …
kids want lollipops.
 Brookstone, L. L. Bean,
Mrs Field’s Cookies, Macys …
Mall s assimilate.
On a dock in Maine,
he watched as the lobsters were
removed from their traps.
 Deer in the headlights!
brakes slammed, tires squeal! Seat belt grabs!
adrenaline rush!
Ever wonder why
the stars shine in the sky? Two
words: Surplus Twinkles.
tanka haiku:
I need your concern,
your help, your solace, your strength,
your love. I need you.
No, I’m NOT needy! Are cars
without gasoline, gassy?
Hampered by the rain,
we still managed to play a
full set of tennis.
tanka haiku:
Do birds in the trees
sing happier melodies
than ones in a cage?

Does freedom of movement trump
the freedom from fear? Don’t know.

Finding peace-makers
is never as easy as
finding warriors.
Thoughts, planted wisely,
blossom in reluctant minds,
when the time is right.
What if we’re all  cogs
in a huge, complex machine,
just trying to mesh?
double haiku: Morning eased gently
into my consciousness, like
melting caramels …
gooey imagery?
Perhaps, but still better than
a kick in the shins.
The fabric of Life;
From order to chaos, we
slowly unravel.
tanka haiku:
Looking back, I think
my life’s been a series of
int’resting events.
They were to me anyway,
And in the end, that’s what counts.
Barbie’s skate party,
ended in chaos, when Ken
missed a toe-loop.
His pulse would quicken
each time she entered the room …
‘cuz, she brought the beer.
tanka haiku:
Are there a lot or
are there not many? Is AS
rare or prevalent?

Help us to clear things up by
asking … “How Many Spondys?”

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