A Sunny and Mild Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

 

 

Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:

tanka haiku: On Omaha Beach,
the allied forces changed the
world as we know it.

Looking back 70 years,
what was done there still awes us.

a tanka haiku warning:

Don’t wear pink spandex
on your Summer vacation,
it will cause riots.

Cops will come, then you’ll get ‘pinched’,
and do a stretch in prison.

The more I focus
on subtle details, the more
I’m drawn into Life.

Triangular lots
led to Flatiron buildings,
Twenty-three Skidoo!

Samuel Halpert (American, 1884–1930) – The Flatiron Building – 1919

 

 

 

Resolve by any
other name is stubbornness.
I’m full of resolve.
 

 


 

 

Mad dogs and English
muffins can get badly burnt
by mid-day ‘Sunbeams.’
 

 

 

 

 

 

Swirling embers rise,
riding a smoky breeze, then
die, and fall to earth
 

 

A downtown cafe …
lovers cuddle in a booth,
sharing fajitas.
 

 

 


 

To remember love
is to journey through the soul
and restore the heart.
 

 

 


 

 

 

A tall glass of juice,
is no substitute for a
big mug of coffee.
 
 

 

 


 
 

 

A dark, grey morning
Serious people crowd me
I can’t help but laugh.
 

 

 


 

 

 

Locked in a body
that can no longer run, he
decides he’ll just walk.
 

 

 

 

We laughed ’til we hurt,
for we’d stumbled upon, a
universal truth.

 

 


 

 

A sincere heart is,
more likely to change the world,
than a reasoned thought.
 

 

 

 
 
 
When daffodils bloom,
near the edge of one’s garden,
passers-by may pluck.
 

 
 —

 
 
As she walked away,
I brought my hands to my face
to hold in my dreams.
 

 

A wind-swept plateau
where the sky looms large, as in
a John Ford western.
 


 

 

 

Rain evaporates,
Autumn leaves will decompose,
Snow melts. Life happens.
 

 

 

 

 

 

Dispositions change.
Mindsets frequently evolve.
Never close a door.
 

 

 


 

 

 

When I’m all alone,
in my mind and in my heart,
you reverberate.
 

 

 

 

 

 

She stirred the stew and
sprinkled with pepper, while she
glanced out the window.
 

 


 

 

Though old of age, he
felt he still had tales to tell,
and trails to wander.
 

 


 

 

That big old elm tree,
it knows my heartaches and has
heard my confessions.
 


 

When she was away,
he would sit in his room and
listen to sad songs.
 

 


 

 

 

Young eyes hold magic;
look into them … you’ll see the
world as it could be.
 


 

 

Hippie drug slang like
Bogart, roach and Mary Jane …
seem “quaint” now, don’t they?

 


 

 

An old weathered rope,
hangs ’round a lonely fence-post,
purpose forgotten.
 

 

 

 

Weary troubadours,
guitars slung across their backs,
slouch in waiting rooms  …
 

 


 

 

tanka haiku:

Ev’ry night he’d dance
through the streets of Paris with
the love of his life.

Ev’ry day he’d go to work
and wait for the sun to set.

 

 

 

Wanderlust re-born
when the circus passed through town,
Now he clowns around.

 

 

double haiku:

When I was young, I
looked in strangers’ faces to
find the familiar.

Now that I am old,
I look in strangers’ faces
to find the unique.
 

 

 

 

( And finally … I came across this old one the other day. It still makes me laugh … )

Tanka Haiku:

Instead of eating
a can of peas, she gobbled
up the canapes.

Now, despite her man’s pleas, she
can’t fit under canopies.
 

 

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