A Sunny Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon 3-29-2013

 

Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:
 
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haiku: Almost unnoticed
amidst the tangled branches;
a still ‘Old Glory’.
 
 
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What we wouldn’t give
to know what lies ahead; To
see the big picture.
 
 
 
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A rainy eve’ning
riding up First Avenue;
the U.N. floats by.
 
 
 
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Suddenly, footsteps!
A shadow in the doorway!
Then … a match is struck!
 
 
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In the hushed darkness,
flickering, grey images, 
danced upon the screen.
 
 
 
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In my fitful sleep,
memories long forgotten,
rise to consciousness.
 
 
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at the girl’s front door,
boyfriends stammer, hesitate,
 … and hope for a kiss.
 
 
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That tangerine sky, 
clouds haunting the horizon,
lures me into night.
 
 
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Flying through the air,
should be avoided by both,
dentures and toupees.
 
 
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 Since she was not home,
A note’s pushed under her door;
‘Sorry ’bout your tree.’
 
 
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At last, he was home.
He hurled an embrace, which swept
his wife off her feet.
 
 
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 Hi Lily? Hi-Lo.
But Blue Bonnets will only
play Texas Hold ’em.
 
 
 
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When you walk through a
storm, hold your head up high … The
rain will look like tears.
 
 
 
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14th Street-ku:
 
The church stood next to
a McDonalds, so paupers
begged for happy meals.
 
 
 
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Each dusk he watched the
darkening sky’s shifting shades;
blue-ish indigo.
 
 
 
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Youth is insistent,
while old age negotiates;
both may get their way.
 
 
 
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tanka haiku: She wore pink spandex
on her summer vacation,
which caused a riot.
 
Though she was not arrested,
she did a stretch in prison.
 
 
 
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 Appreciation
of Life’s complexities makes
easy answers hard.
 
 
 
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double haiku:
 
A herd of joggers
waiting for the light to change
bouncing up and down
 
When the light changes,
a pony-tailed tsunami
sweeps across the street.
 
 
 
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 Too few epistles
twixt clover and thistle, but
many a whistle.
 
 
 
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That familiar sound;
workers outside my window,
banging metal pipes.
 
 
 
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 Enjoying the shade,
of a leafy maple tree;
ladybugs and me.
 
 
 
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When his heart’s desire
bitch-slapped his raison d’être,
he felt quite confused.
 
 
 
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By a waterfall,
The lovers had a picnic,
ev’rything got wet.
 
 
 
 
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Can haikus be writ,
without, to wit, a single
snit? … I guess they can.
 
 
 
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