Frivolous Friday Afternoons at the Haikulodeon

 

Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:
 
 
 
 
 
 
Near the temple of
Dionysus, peonies
plead for one more chance.
 
 
 
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Does your past exist
in black, white and shades of grey?
I didn’t think so … 
 
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Lord hear my prayer;
Let Pete Seeger sing his songs
All the live long day.
 
 
 
(Happy 94th birthday to a national treasure, Pete Seeger)
 
 
 
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On the First of May,
(Hurray, Hurray!) I think that
Spring is here to stay …
 
 
Response from my friend, Jennifer:
 
On the First of May,
In a Colorado way…
we have a snow day!
 
 
My response:
 
A Spring-time snow can
be a blessing, enabling
floral expressing …
 
 
Jennifer’s response:
 
I paint with colors
planted in the form of seeds
floral expression!
 
 
My response:
 
Thank God for good chairs,
Arthritic artists can’t do
floor-al expressions.
 
 
 
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To say it’s snowing
in Minnesota is like …
“It’s wet” in Venice.
 
 
 
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tanka haiku:
 
When you’re sailing and
you strike a reef, don’t crack open
an aperitif.

   That will only cause you grief;
   you’ll be shaking like a leaf.

 
 
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Spider on the wall,
brings my house good fortune and
happiness for all.
 
 
 
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 In Autumn’s dotage,
death’s a gentler tiger,
greeted with a smile.
 
 
 
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Spring has just arrived,
Earth’s re-born, and we rejoice.
Turn, turn, turned once more.
 
 
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 The coming of Spring …
HAI-ku! haiii-KOOO! (sniff) … (sniff) … … (sniff)
Damned allegories!
 
 
 
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Poems and babies
can make fools out of us all …
“Ooooo, haiku-cheee-kooooo!”
 
 
 
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Cyber-ku:
 
Intertwined with an
interactive internet …
sought by Interpol
 
 
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Before the beguine’s
begun to beguile, betray
that beignet, Benny.
 
 
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Could be good, could be bad-ku:
 
 
Manhattan’s skyline;
a powerful reminder
of ‘what’s possible.’
 
 
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tanka haiku:

 

Our thoughts have blended,
into philosophical
smoothies. We’re zombies.

   How do brand new thoughts emerge
   when old thoughts refuse to die?

 
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The stack of papers,
suddenly flew ’round the room!
Please!!  Close the window!!
 
 
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Brisk rainy mornings,
ameliorate gloom and
cleanse nature’s palate.
 
 
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Broken hearts are healed,
by the caring of true friends.
Warmth triggers mending.
 
 
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Thinking about you,
Hoping you found happiness,
Sad we had to part.
 
 
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The problem, it seems
is my old mirror. It needs
newer reflections.
 
 
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