A Concise Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon – 03-01-2013

Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:
 
 
 
 
These moments frozen
60 years before my birth,
make me nostalgic.
 
 
(My maternal great-grandmother, Agnes Kelly.  In the early 1890’s, she lived about 4 blocks from where I currently work in the East Village.)
 
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Double haiku:
 
Haikus are concise.
They sketch scenarios from
a few syllables.


A novel, on the
other hand, is expansive
and may bloviate.
 
 
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Resolve by any
other name is stubbornness.
Of that, I’m guilty.
 
 
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Harmonizing with
his mates kept the mood bright and
his life in accord.
 
 
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Mad dogs and English
muffins can get badly burnt
by mid-day Sunbeams.

 
 
 
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I remain in awe
of the lives that have touched mine.
Each brought a lesson.
 
 
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In a storefront church,
a young girl began to sing,
and the angels wept.
 
 
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He was mesmerized
by her height, her beauty and
how sweetly she laughed.
 
 
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Where do you get off?
I mean seriously, where?
The corner okay?
 
 
 
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A slice of apple,
a wedge of sharp cheddar cheese,
And a well-worn book.
 
 
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Despite commitments
and their vows of devotion,
Love had other plans.
 
 
 
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Nantucket sand dunes,
hide a young couple in love,
From all … ‘cept one dog.
 
 
 
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Deep in the forest,
patches of stippled sunlight,
warm a leaf-strewn trail.
 
 
 
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We search for meaning,
but as we wander through Life,
fog envelops us.
 
 
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Though his tea was brisk,
his manner was quite brusque, so
She served him some bisque.
 
 
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Scouts on camping trips,
Lovers caught in passion’s throes,
Neither needs matches.
 
 
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A freeze-framed moment;
He sees, for the first time, his
daughter all grown up.
 
 
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The glow of the moon,
Illuminates the stillness,
Of country meadows.
 
 
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Sunday; Wear sweatshirt,
Nurse a big mug of coffee,
and read the Funnies.
 
 
 
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Do you spend your days
mopping up calamities?
or creating them?
 
 
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Will you ever wake?
Or will you dream forever?
Will you ever know?
 
 
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Pairs of well-worn shoes
indicate unsatisfied
curiosity.
 
 
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Catastrophic muck,
Mercury’s in retrograde …
Cosmic forces  … arrggghhh!
 
 
 
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The ‘Art of Sitting’
begins with a screwdriver
and some plans in French.
 
 
My friend David’s response:
 
Tangential-Respond-Ku:
 
There’s nothing so bad
that having some chicken soup
won’t make it better.
 
 
My respond-ku-ka-doodle-do:
 
Unless, of course, one
is suffering from a bad
chicken allergy.
 
 
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My Siamese cat
sits at the window, and stares
at distant mountains.
 
 
 
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tanka haiku: Where there is no path,
I will make one. Where no-one
knows, I will explain.

One step begins the journey.
This journey will reach the moon.

 
 
 
 
The “Walk Your AS Off” campaign begins today. 
For more info:  www.WalkYourASOff.com
 
 
 
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