A Hauntingly So-So Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:

Up against the wall
she’s haunted by images
tattered and tawdry

(Photo courtesy of me.  I took it in Oklahoma City in 1972.  Since then,the wall’s been torn down, the girl and I broke up, she got married, had 5 kids and is now a successful artist and  grandmother.   I left the camera in a NYC taxicab about 30 years ago.  Only memories, and this photo, remain to keep things as they were.)

(More from the series, At Rest🙂

Hidden by some trees,
a colonial graveyard …
ancestors at rest.

(Photo courtesy Tom Contrino)

Sad to admit, but;
The Man from U.N.C.L.E. killed off
The Girl in H.E.R.

(Photo courtesy Tom Contrino)

Josias Maxwell
started out life as odd, but
ended up even.

(Photo courtesy Tom Contrino)

The art of tombstones
means you’re often dealing with
graven images.

“Yo, Fluffy ain’t here
no more.  We’s runnin’ de joint.
We’re Gangsta Kitties.”

(Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

The teacher threw a
book at the sleeping pupil.
Knowledge can hurt you.


Tell me, did Renee
Zellweger join the Witness
Protection Program?


Masochist? Moron?
What’s your excuse for voting
for Republicans?

 


Hush little baby.
Crying upsets those who’ve learned
to put up with shit.

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

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


A humid morning,
across the street, some workers
sip coffee and smoke.


From whimsey to snark,
our sense of humor’s evolved
in a funny way.


tanka hai-clue-less:

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?



At the O.K. Corral,
The Clantons found living in
Tombstone can hurt you.


Sweet love’s gone away.
Where I do not know.  I just
pray she will return.

Though snow has fallen,
please keep this one fact in mind;
it can not get up.



Tis no surprise that
loveliness knows loneliness;
looks intimidate.


Sunday ev’ning and
I dread the week to come; full
moon and rising tides.

 

Dad stumbled upon
the marble his son misplaced …
Quite a somersault.



Stubble on my chin
Clothes I’ve worn for two full days …
Still sick as a dog.


Fragrant aromas
awaken sweet thoughts of you
my long ago love.


I nervously wait.
The doctor studies my chart.
Will there be good news?

 

alliterative tanka haiku:
Pa peddled papers,
Ma mostly mixed martinis.
Sis sewed sombreros.

I, inadvertently, inked,
(in innocence), irked insights.

 tanka haiku:
Ev’ry circumstance
is an opportunity
to learn and to grow.

Do not shrink in fear, step up
to the plate and swing away!

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


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

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.

A bowl of walnuts,
sits on a coffee table,
made from relatives.

Whispering your name,
in my darkest moments, gives
me soothing solace.

Has our course been set?
Options eliminated?
Make that U-turn now!

More than what’s needed
is the downfall of all things,
( and why balloons burst.)

Fear’s like a radish;
small bits spice things up, but too
much will make you sick.


He’s close enough to
stare, and old enough to know
what’s worth staring at.

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