A Too Darn Hot Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon 7/19/2013

 

 

Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:
 
 
 
Behind the pool hall,
drunken teens sit quietly,
getting their first tats.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Is the Art I make,
just revenge for what I’ve been
forced into being?
 
 
 
 
He was bred in Rye,
creamed in Milk River, and laughed
at in Ho-Ho-Kus.
 
 
 
 
 Will you ever wake?
Or will you dream forever?
Will you ever know?
 
 
 
 
haiku re-dux: She laughed wickedly.
Such a chill went up his spine,
that he sneezed ice cubes.

(An oldie, but one of my favorites.  It still makes me laugh.)

 
 
 
 
tanka haiku: All one ever knows,
Is what they’ve experienced …
OR taken on faith.

But, like silt in riverbeds,
both can muddy the water.

 
 
 
 
 Yearning for peaches,
he settled for nectarines …
and hoped for the best.
 
 
 
 
Who stares back at you
when you look in the mirror?
Is it friend or foe?
 
In the stream of Life,
flow with a swift current to
avoid stagnant pools.
 
 
 
 
On a Summer’s day,
an old jalopy sputters
down a dusty road.
 
 
 
 
After the downpour,
the neon lights of Broadway
shimmered in puddles.
 
 
 
 
Soon it’s gonna rain,
I can feel it … that’s because,
I have arthritis.
 
 
 
In a lonely room,
a writer pecks his keyboard …
then … Inspiration!
 
 
 
 
Aggravating man,
infuriating woman;
Act Three, they’re in love.
 
 
 
A glass of ice cubes,
a pitcher of lemonade,
save me from the heat.
 
 
 
 
Siamese twins are
conjoined. Why are Siamese
kittens just confused?
 
 
 
 
Somewhere in the deep
recesses of my brain, sleep
forgotten haikus.
 
 
 
 
 In basement boxes,
Grandma’s Christmas ornaments,
still wait patiently.
 
 
 
 
He had come to grips
with his own mortality,
till he found true love.
 
 
 
 
Sucker punched by thugs …
smooched by dames … he fires his gat …
(Dreams of film noir.)
 
 
 
 
 
 Whispers in the dark,
then a welcome caress, and
a kiss that lingered.
 
 
 
 
 His morals could sway
like willows in the breeze, yet
his heart stayed grounded.
 
 
 
 
Though she wished to be
the love of his life, her heart
could yearn no longer.
 
 
 

tanka haiku:

What’s the penalty
for a pre-emptive killing
based on wrong judgments?

   Evidently, there is none,
   in fact, it’s called self-defense.

 

tanka haiku:

 

What is in my mind

can’t make anyone guilty

other than myself.

   We must distinguish between

    self-int’rest and self defense.

 

—-

 

A haiku quartet:

Slyly, quietly,

the fox circled his prey to

find their weakness … but

 

he hesitated.

then withdrew. He no longer

had the urge to kill.

 

Had his heart been changed?

Was it self-protection? Do

Predators pity? 

 

Am I telling lies?

Would a fox not kill their prey? 

Well, what do YOU think?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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