A Joyful Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

 

 

 

Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:

 

I take a moment
to mourn the passage of time.
(the weekend’s over.)
 


 
Running from something
o’er which I have no control
keeps me on my toes.

An impossible dance …
prance about on tippy-toes …
Ballet just a ruse?
 

 

Using auto-tune
mixed with a hip-hop cadence?
Kinda creeps me out.

Today may be rough,
tomorrow may be silken …
Life is tactile fun.

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Shattering silence,
The car horns’ cacophony,
disturbs my slumber.


 

Things you don’t forget;
My dad once built a wagon,
for me to ride in.

 

In a fitful sleep,
memories long forgotten,
rise to consciousness.

 

Flying through the air,
should be avoided by both,
dentures and toupees.

 

Down a country road,
he let his horse lead him home
and his mind wander.

 

 


 
 
 ‘As free as a bird …’
doesn’t assume all birds fly …
Those that can’t?  Priceless.
 
 

 
 
The look in her eyes
was enough to melt his heart …
and his tupperware.
 
 

 
 
Trudging slowly on,
I get to the pharmacy
just as it’s closing.
 
 

 
 
If you pose questions
but don’t really want answers …
your goal’s not knowledge.
 
 

 
 
 
On a moonlit night,
in a cottage near the dell,
at last, he knew love!
 
 

 
 
Wide awake last night?
You ran away in my dreams.
Come hug me, let’s sleep.
 
 

 
 
A world of traitors
can be found if you look for it,
so too, worlds of love.
 
 

 
 
No sadness today
over inclement weather …
Fridays trump rainstorms.
 
 

 
 
Will our lives collapse
into some financial mess?
Sure … Ya happy now?
 
 

 
 
Clearly embarrassed,
The teen excuses herself
and runs from the room.
 
 

 
 
Strolling through the park,
I can feel my focus shift.
Nature affects me.
 
 

 
 
Take a chance, today.
Put your fears aside and LEAP
into the unknown.
 
 

 
 
When you have a lot
that’s on your mind, let your day
begin quietly.
 
 
 

 
 
Walking through meadows
just before sunrise, is worth
some wet trouser cuffs.
 
 

 
 
I met a rabbit
this morn, in a dew-y glen,
I nodded, he hopped.
 
 

 
 
 
Anguished and in pain,
she never thought that her life
would end up like this.
 
 
 

 
 
Pies on windowsills
send aromas wafting through
the nearby schoolyard.
 
 

 
 
Ten, Jack, Queen, King … Four.
 It’s time for me to go home.
(Poker can be cruel.)
 
 

 
 
Carol’s begonias
offer a coral contrast
to mom’s yellow mums.
 
 

 
 

She has a great smile,
which can send him to the moon.
So … he makes her laugh.
 

Walking in Spring rain,
past flowers being nourished
and snow drifts destroyed.

A nuanced answer’s
often misunderstood … or
picked apart by ‘friends.’
 
 

 
 
 
Of a sanguine mind,
he always disagreed with
the cynical blokes …
 
 

 
Have you ever seen
a sunrise that does not hold
a promise of re-birth?
 
 

 
 
 
tanka haiku:  

Why do you suppose
we have physical limits?
To teach us patience.

(Also, to give us something
that we can complain about.)
 
 
 

 
 
 
His once dear treasured
knick-knacks in the garbage bin,
shows her influence.
 
 
 

 
 
Vacant apartment
Dust has settled everywhere.
Her spirit lingers.


 
 
Try imagining
that strangers you encounter,
are friends from past lives.
 
 

 
 
 
She no longer cares
if she impresses others,
she just likes to sing.
 
 
 

 
 
 
A slice of apple,
a wedge of sharp cheddar cheese,
and you by my side.
 
 

 
 
 
When the beagle barked,
squirrels would stop and look his way
and … see he was tied up.
 
 

 
 
While I sit and read;
a pitcher of lemonade
quickly disappears.
 
 

 
 
 
Coffee on the porch,
watching kids on bicycles
chased by barking dogs.
 
 

 
 
 
As the clouds disperse,
stars twinkle in the sky and
my heart leads me home.
 
 

 
 
The calla lilies
sported purple freckles, which
made me think of you.
 
 

 
 
 
 I sometimes wonder
what my dad would think of all this …
Forty years, things change.
 
 

 
 
The epitome
of a most humble man; his
silence is profound.
 
 

 
 
Near shallow shoals,
sallow souls (in hollow holes),
scream at scheming scum.
 
 

 
 
You’ve fought long enough,
my friend, put your sword down now
and rest, simply rest.
 
 

 

 

Saturday, May 3, 2014 is World AS Day.  There are approx. 2.7 million Americans with some form of Spondylitis and somewhere near 30 million people world-wide.  AS strikes young men and women in the prime of their lives.  It can be painful and debilitating and cause the neck and spine to fuse.  It can also affect other parts of the body, including the heart, the lungs and the eyes.  It is a systemic inflammatory disease.  There is no cure.   To learn more:  www.Spondylitis.org

 

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On May 30th, 2014, at the world famous Comic Strip Live in New York City, I am once again co-producing the Annual Best Medicine Night of Comedy to benefit the Spondylitis Association of America. 

 

One of the great stand-up comedians that will be appearing at the fundraiser will be Regina DeCicco, (shown here at our 2012 event),  Regina was recently named the Funniest female comedian in New York City.  

 

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One Response to A Joyful Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

  1. trkingmomoe says:

    Reblogged this on Once Upon a Paradigm and commented:
    TGIF at the Haikulodeon.

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