A tear-stained Friday afternoon at the Haikulodeon – 12/14/12

Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:
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Again, “Breaking News”
tells me children have been shot.
Again, my tears flow.
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 Immortal souls that
live in mortal bodies … That’s
one of God’s jokes, right?
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 Hiding in the field,
he overheard it all, and
figured out the plot.
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 Actor heard praying
while crossing Shubert Alley;
“God, the first act sucks.”
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 Though sealed with a kiss,
his love letter was opened
with some bitter tears.
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A drizz’ly morning’s
walk through a nearby woods, clears
my mind of its gloom.
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 In her kitchen, she
quietly drank her coffee,
then rubbed her stiff hands.
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If we ‘Let it Snow’,
there’ll be slipp’ry slopes. So
draw the line at slush.
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tanka haiku: He was toasted, then
roasted, and when he got old,
he coasted. The End …
… came sooner than was posted,
which thrilled the ghost he hosted.
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 Chasing a sunset,
hoping for one last glimpse as
today fades away …
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 I’m still a bit numb,
sitting in our bedroom with
your empty closet.
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 It’s a long, long way
to Tipperary, so we
tipped a cow instead.
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 If you tell a lie
in Capistrano, you’ll find
it hard to swallow.
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Where we’re most afraid,
may be places where, as kids,
we felt the most safe.
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The irony is …
it takes effort to be still,
and none to be wild.
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tanka haiku:
The pretty girl  thinks
Mozart’s on my iPod, but
it’s just Rock n’ Roll …
and some Broadway musicals …
and early Louis Armstrong.
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tanka haiku:
Why defy the wind?
Or swim against the tide? Why
make things so damned hard?
There’s but one answer to this …
It is where I am going.
Respond-ku by my friend, David:
Carrying my soul
on a tiny pollen grain
a breeze takes me miles.

Lands me on a babbling brook,
floating me to G*d-knows-where.
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Peddlers on bikes,
pedaling to sell their wares,
peddle warily …
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When you think of friends,
round their rough edges’, and put
smiles on their faces.
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Things we’ve embedded
are frequently feted, though
seldom are vetted.
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I doubt … and sometimes
let fear slow me. BUT … In the
end, I keep going.
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Compelling clappers;
aren’t they a bell-weather of
ringing endorsements?
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Found her on Ebay …
She shared great-grandma’s name, but
was not related.
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