A Friday afternoon birthday party at the Haikulodeon

Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:

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Hooray!!  It is my
birthday! One more year gone by.
Where’s my slice of cake?

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tanka haiku:
Now that I am old,
I don’t have to ask for help,
nice folks will offer.
Of course, what they offer is,
seldom what I need. Oh well.
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(slightly risque haiku:)
On my head sits a
cat. A rather large one at
that. That cat just shat.
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tanka haiku:
It’s not through weakness
of your spirit that you’ve got
a chronic disease.
The fault lies, in dear Brutus,
and his pal Cassius’ ‘stars.’
Respondku from my friend, David:
Brutus and Cassius …
If they got the stars, then why
do we have the pain?
Tanka Respond-ku:
Who’s got the pain when
they do the mambo, who’s got
the pain when they go….
Damn, one syllable too long!
ERRRRRRRP!  It’s not even a word!
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A rosy outlook
may still have thorny problems.
Gardeners, wear gloves.
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Life may intrude on
well-crafted scenarios,
don’t write them in ink.
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An incoming tide,
coral clouds at sunrise … All
our Hopes are reborn.
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A haiku cycle in 3 parts:
20’s-ku:
 –
The promise of youth
may be mere speculation,
but it’s all I’ve got.

40’s-ku:
The promise of youth
may have to be postponed, but
it will be fulfilled.
60’s-ku:
The promise of youth;
a lie, a sham, a fraud, but
it kept me going.
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tanka haiku:
I have been too bad
to be a saint; too good to
be the anti-Christ.
What does that leave me? Only
a real boring middle ground.
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In snowy woods, I
follow tiny footprints, which
suddenly vanish.
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It’s not that I find
you intriguing, it’s just that
in you, I see me.
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 What do small boys think
when they play at being men?
“Has mom made my lunch?”
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The snow on the fence,
looks like the mashed potatoes
on my dinner plate.
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Live a life of love,
look to better angels, carve
your own walking stick.
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Time flies, yes it does,
‘here and now’ will soon be ‘was’…
But why? Just because …
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walking hand in hand,
we reach the edge of the dream.
there, I let you go.
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(To a Facebook friend in Pakistan who sent me birthday wishes yesterday:)
The world where you are,
sees each day begin while I’m
still stuck in last night.
(And to another friend in Australia…)
I always marvel
at how people “down under”
live in my future.
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One Response to A Friday afternoon birthday party at the Haikulodeon

  1. Michael, thanks for putting a smile on my face this morning with these lines. Wishing you a very fulfilling weekly posting, and success in your campaign to raise awareness about ankylosing spondylitis. And thanks for following my blog.

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