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Old buildings, New buildings. Who cares? Who owns number 60? who's 60th
birthday is it today? and are they going to have a party? Who cares? I care
about the party- If there is free beer; but not if it is a party for a certain
colour of tie. I don't wear ties.
Young Samuel cares- he wears a blue tie and says he wants to be savior.
A building hopelessly awaits his useless rubber hammer. He says we are
losers but perhaps his age, teenage as he be- is a little too young for politics?
Who cares? I don't!
Ladies & Gentlemen, another little anecdote for your consumption.
Be careful what you promise
The phone tumbled from his cold lifeless hand, his mind seared of all coherent thought as he tried to assess the shocking revelations he’d just been given …… Excuses, he desperately needed excuses, or at least some reason to be as far away as possible this coming weekend but he’d promised hadn’t he?
And that promise was now coming back to haunt and taunt him! A foolish promise, made to placate and ease his hardship and guilt now required redeeming, time to pay the piper it seems, and the Mother in law, well, she’d be going home on the Monday.
Ladies & Gentlemen, another little anecdote for your consumption.
Be careful what you promise
The phone tumbled from his cold lifeless hand, his mind seared of all coherent thought as he tried to assess the shocking revelations he’d just been given …… Excuses, he desperately needed excuses, or at least some reason to be as far away as possible this coming weekend but he’d promised hadn’t he?
And that promise was now coming back to haunt and taunt him! A foolish promise, made to placate and ease his hardship and guilt now required redeeming, time to pay the piper it seems, and the Mother in law, well, she’d be going home on the Monday.
Once again, I Thangyu
Victory!
Monday. Two more days. Forty eight hours. But not just any forty eight, they were his weekend. He worked hard for this pause in his round of crawling through morning traffic on the 401. ... drinking bitter mud from the coffee machine ... putting up with his asshole of a boss ... His mother-in-law was speaking, her voice like fingernails on a blackboard. "And the cats," she squealed, "four is too many." "Can't you find homes for a couple."
"They have a home." he replied calmly, "They live here. You don't."
A victory. One he would pay dearly for, but still a victory.
Bit optimistic that Eric, there's enough struggling with forming English, let alone Nippon.
Nah .... English is the best language for Haiku ... in fact, all poetry or prose.
A dog smiles passing.
Hectic rotting leaves blow clean
Soft snowdrop kisses.
That's me ... sweet and sensitive. And now for another beer, a little belching, farting and scratching, and settling in to watch HOCKEY ... UFC on ice. Bring on the blood.
Sorry mate, but I can't see it myself, it just seems strange. but I can agree with the Beer thing though.
We're just back in from a Turkish restaurant/Bistro that we visit quite regularly & am now partaking of a Copper Dragon brew (Yorkingshire) "Black Gold", a good dark beverage with plenty of coloured & roasted malts, proper tasty, up there with Thwaites "Nutty Black".
__________________ I don't know half of you as well as I should like, and I like half of you, half as well as you deserve. (Bilbo Baggins)
Sorry mate, but I can't see it myself, it just seems strange. but I can agree with the Beer thing though.
We're just back in from a Turkish restaurant/Bistro that we visit quite regularly & am now partaking of a Copper Dragon brew (Yorkingshire) "Black Gold", a good dark beverage with plenty of coloured & roasted malts, proper tasty, up there with Thwaites "Nutty Black".
I got me some Red Stripe in the brown stubbies ... goes well with the ganja I have in abundance
And as she stirred the stew the guests were already arriving, only Richard was a little tardy. Moira and Jim were the first to arrive followed shortly by Alan and Joy. Soon, the table was bristling with conversation. The previous nights argument seemingly forgotten Alison excused her husband, Rich had a migraine. The table was laid, the food enjoyed by enthusiastic company, little did they know they were eating Dick as the main course.!
I think it has something to do with capturing an emotion, a feeling, a moment, and exploring it and its opposite in as few words, and as imagistically as possible. The frogs wrote a lot of it in the late nineteenth century ... imagistic poetry that is, not haiku. You just try to pack as much meaning and feeling as possible into 17 silly bulls ... altho' that's not compulsory any more, it adds more challenge. Rhyme isn't important. It's a fun to try and write one. I got the inspiration ... if you can call it that ... for mine when I was walking my dog. My neighbour's big muttly smiled at me from his yard ... yes, he does smile ... a great dog. There were snowdrops under the tree in my neighbour's front yard. And there were also lots of last year's dead leaves blowing around. Seemed like an image of winter leaving and spring arriving to me ... why not? So, I sat down and wrote the haiku.
If I were not so bloody bone idle, I would have written a sonnet
Enough of being sensitive. Time to grab a beer and a joint, and watch baseball.