An Exhausted Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon 6-14-2013

 

Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:
 
 
 

Sunday’s Father’s Day.
I wish I could celebrate,
instead of just mourn.
 
(Picture: My dad, me and my sister circa 1954.  My dad died of cancer in 1971.)
 
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or so it seems-ku:
 
An elevator
that stops on ev’ry floor will
never let you down.
 
 
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 a cold rain will fall,
thoughts of you will be frozen
in time … I’ll move on.
 
 
 
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Lifting off from earth,
our souls climb through the clouds to
play in the cosmos.
 
 
 
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The moist earth gives way
to an insistent daisy,
and soon, fields of them.
 
 
 
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A wise old man sat
amidst the rubble and smiled
at all he had learned.
 
 
 
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She remembers how
he used to make her laugh, but
now can’t recall why …
 
 
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 One day, he just left.
No-one knew where he went, so …
they assumed Cleveland.
 
 
Respondku (from David) :

“Why Cleveland?” you ask.
The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
beckoned him once more.
 
 
Respondku-2 (from Jim) :

Born to be wild.
Chasing the ‘wolf, fame eludes
his muse, Steppenwolf
 
 
Respond-ku3 (from me) :
 
Maligning Cleveland
means no disrespect; towns with
“K” sounds are funny.
 
 
 
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 He ordered flowers
to be sent to his girlfriend …
‘cuz he knew she knew.
 
 
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 A shuttered cottage.
Dust settles on empty chairs.
Sunlight peeks through shades.
 
 
 
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60’s pinup-ku:
 
Good God, she’s naked!!
He wasn’t often flummoxed,
but this … well … gee whiz!
 
 
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This is the Future
that you dreamed about while you
sat in Study Hall.
 
 
 
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As you get older,
perspectives change; trivial
matters fall away.
 
 
 
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She whispered to him,
‘I’ll fulfill all your dreams’ … But
he’d dreamt of Pirates.
 
 
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The Tony Awards
demonstrated that show tunes
aren’t just tunes in shows.
 
 
 
 
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 Five inches of rain;
enough for Noah to say,
“Riiiight. What’s a cubit?”
 
 
 
 
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Politi-ku:
 
To be logged off when
your back’s turned, should require
an act of Congress.
 
 
 
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 ‘Bonus’ ‘poem’:
 
 
Yesterday, I had a thunk;
to ‘have a think’ is kinda punk
I thought I’d think such thoughts and wink,
But now I think such thoughts just stink.
 
 
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