A Fired Up Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

 

Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:

 

A gritty sunset.
Smoke pervades the horizon;
San Marcos wildfires

(Thanks to Kristina Rebelo for the use of her photograph)

 

 

Pelicans fly high
above the smokey vista, as
the sun slowly sinks.

 

(Thanks to Kristina Rebelo for the use of her photograph)


 

They look hand-tinted
but photos show the smoke in
California’s skies.

 

(Thanks to Kristina Rebelo for the use of her photograph)

 

A foggy dusk near
Catherine Slip; Brooklyn Bridge
disappears from view.

 

 


 

 

A storied dead end,
Patchin Place is known for a
lower case casa.

—-

After harvesting
the amber waves of grain, what
remained were flowers.

 

(Thanks to Kristina Rebelo for the use of her photograph)

If my soul’s taken
before I should awaken,
am I forsaken?

 

 

Irony they say,
a fly in your Chardonnay,
doing the breaststroke.

 

 

Sure, he let it go
to see if it would return …
( its not been seen since.)

 
We may never know
what winds blow thoughts through our minds,
swirling up our past.


 

Determination
displayed in each step he takes
screams, “I’m not done yet!”
 


 

Tanka haiku:

Ev’ry so often
he got a prank call that he
did not understand.

Why would teenage boys care if
Prince Albert was in the can?

 

The rain has ended.
Central Park looks lush and green
and eager with Life.

Tanka haiku:

‘Cuz he doesn’t keep
away from bootleg hootch when
he’s on a spree, nor

buttons up his overcoat.
That’s why she’s divorcing him.


 

Sometimes what we think
are flaws are, in fact, strengths when
in the right context.
 


 

Crushing a spirit
through humiliation is
what breeds much evil.

 

tanka haiku: He sits at breakfast
quietly sobering up
sipping his coffee.

His legs bruised, his hair matted,
he somehow lost his trousers.


 

Plump red strawberries
for sale at a roadside stand …
cars brake for shortcake.

 


 

We sometimes redeem
mistakes from our past, but more
likely relive them.

 

Poems and babies
can make fools out of us all …
“Ooooo, haiku-cheee-kooooo!”

 

Before Bab’s beguine’s
begun to beguile, betray
Ben’s beignet, Buddy.

Could be good, could be bad-ku:
 
 
Manhattan’s skyline;
a powerful reminder
of ‘what’s possible.’
 

 

Spider on the wall,
brings my house good fortune and
happiness for all.
 

 

Yesterday, The American College of Rheumatology debuted a video for an awareness campaign on inflammatory diseases … the problem?  They left out one of the largest categories … The Spondyloarthris diseases.   When pressed as to how such an omission was possible, the ACR first claimed it was an oversight, but in the very next sentence claimed it was due to budgetary considerations and that their campaign was focused on a subset of inflammatory diseases.

This is unacceptable.  There are twice as many Americans affected by the diseases in the Spondlyoarthritis family as are affected by Rheumatoid Arthritis.  

And some people wonder why I keep trying to raise Spondylitis Awareness … Spondys have an average time between onset of the disease and diagnosis of 8 years.  Eight years!  Shame on the ACR for this epic fail.

Of course, that clearly demonstrates why this is so necessary …

To purchase tickets or make a contribution go to: 

http://www.spondylitis.org/support/comedy

 

 

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