A Blue Moon of a Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:

In re: That Blue moon;
It saw me standing alone.
Well, what’s wrong with that?



Oh spare me please from
the elucidation of
Conservatism.


With baskets of fruit,
fruit goes bad … bodies and minds,
just the opposite.


Aided by a breeze,
a cardboard cup strolls along
West End Avenue.


The sweetness that lives
inside my lover’s eyes will
melt my fears away.

tanka haiku:

The Twenties; When men
still swam in tanktops and the
women bobbed their hair.
Both drank ‘bootleg hootch’, while young
flappers danced to jazz rhythms.

I know where I’ve been,
and where I currently stand,
but come tomorrow …?

South wind, cloudy sky
the ever present mountain
never once asks why.

Katsushika Hokusai (Japanese, 1760–1849) | Red Fuji

Rube Goldberg was heard
to say, “That’s what I meant by
get Bach to nature.”


With a painter’s eyes,
and a poet’s soul, he found
beauty ev’rywhere.


While on a pub crawl,
they spotted an old school mate
living on the street.

 





A girl and her mom
stroll through Madison Square Park
after eating lunch.

Waiting patiently
for the next train to depart,
I think up haikus.


A leaf-less tree frames
a lonely farm-house in the
middle of nowhere.


There is a structure
to all things, and a context
to fence it all in.

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



I drove through the night
to get to your front door and
ask you to be mine.

Siamese twins are
conjoined. Why are Siamese
kittens just confused?

Outside mom’s window
the trees noiselessly rustled
as she fought for life.

(My mom passed away on July 31 of 2012, a week short of her 94th birthday.  Hard to believe its been three years.  Here she is on a carousel on her 90th birthday.)

As we left the church,
Birds began to sing. Angels
whispered, Life goes on.

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

The scariest words;
“The doctor will see you now”,
all come with co-pays.

Anguish and remorse
when embraced by solitude,
will shed bitter tears.

tanka haiku:

Alas, we live in
a linear existence;
the Past is prologue.
But that is only because
we are walking in circles


Purgatory? The
hell of it is, you can’t get
heavenly coffee.

 —

 If you have a job
with no time parameters,
you must be shiftless.

As the dusk draws nigh
chickens roost and dogs bark at 
approaching shadows.

Feel irregular?
Take Fletcher’s Castoria!
(‘Mad Men’ Ad copy)

 He went tree to tree
in search of fallen fruit, but
Nature denied him.



 A-True-Story double haiku:

The out-of-towner
asked the bagel store worker,
“What’s the softest one?”

To which the worker,
replied, “The softest bagel  …
would be a croissant.”





She smiled and whispered,
‘I will never forget you’ …
But, by Noon, she had.


That awkward moment
when you’ve ticked off Jonathan
Livingston Seagull.

(Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)



After the rainstorm
shimmering shafts of sunshine,
broke through the dark clouds.


 
The bride stripped bare, and
nude descending a staircase …
Duchamp ‘readymade.’

(Happy would-have-been 128th birthday this week to artist Marcel Duchamp.)


I feel so alone.
I watch the tide come in and
think of yesterday.

(Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

My first bicycle
had baseball cards in the spokes
of its wheels … Vrooom!


They are determined,
those yellow dandelions
pushing through sidewalks.



tanka haiku:
You have long endured
both hardships and heartbreaks and
yet, you wish for more.

For you think that happiness
is paid for by misery.



The setting sun sinks
into the ocean, stealing
all light from the sky.

Her fragrance lingered
long after she’d disappeared
with the morning mist.

Could there ever be
a greater compliment than
“You’ve got me thinking” … ?

Your hope for glory …
too often settles for praise …
don’t lose your focus.

In all of us there’s
an inner light that’s shining
seek its radiance.


triple haiku:

Gratitude exists
because people have learned to

appreciate Life.

It’s not that kindness
exceeds our expectations
it is all a gift.

Kindness should never
be unexpected. It is
our ground of being.

****

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