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Bow drawn back, arrow in place,Robin aimed at garbage's face
"This is a takeover."
LOL!With the smell of trash
Robin was overtaken,
Mistaken, and true.
Vines conquered buildingsand streets. She rescued poodles
and lived in a hearse,
scrounged crackers, baked beans,
Velveeta and noodles, wrote
macaronic verse.
“My poems,” she shrugged,
“may seem cryptic, for they’re post-
apocalyptic.”
From the grave she wrotedark verse - of doom, beans, the end
of the universe.
She slid a ray gunfrom her purse. Her dark eyes flashed.
Her orders were terse:
“C.J.! Lee! Stand where
you are! I’m taking this ship
to a burned-out star.”
The steampunk starshipleft the wharf, her crew seeking
a giant white dwarf.
“Why here?” his friends asked--“This strange, changeless sky.” Resigned,
he said, “Don’t ask Y.”
LoL!I do not know why
the sky has been split with 'Y'
and inertia's sigh.
The fortune cookiesaid, “Go home. Take the wye
near the aerodrome.”
He read the roadmap
by a streetlight, stomped the gas,
roared off in the night.
A hobo, face lined
with regret, shaking his head,
stubbed a cigarette.
Straight-lining corners,tempting fate, he redlined it
down the interstate.
Off the beaten track
he turned, searched dell and meadow
for the girl he spurned.
He hit the brakes, raiseda cloud of dust. The dairy’s
skewed gates sagged with rust.
She stood in the drive.
Her sultry smile guessed the pegged
needle on his dial.
Thank you, Ryan! Yours was a delight to follow.
The fare made Burt scowl.The salmon tasted fishy.
The roast duck was foul.
Ernie called the cops,Burt must pay - a Big Bird roast
he'd dined on today.
Burt would not confessThough the feathers betrayed him.
Oscar trashed the corpse.
(M & Ryan, it doesn't rhyme, but the one I tried to rhyme stank.)
Excellent, Sarah! Far better than my cheap rhyme :)
The celebrityroast, sponsored by Max Factor,
held much foul joking.
Big Bird was smoking.
Kermit, the host, named Burt best
supporting actor.
Burt approached Ernie,begged to make up. Ernie said,
"No, that bird has flown."
Snuffleupagus
packed his trunk for Bedrock, changed
his name to Flintstone.
Lol!All excellent. Sarah's, yours was pitch perfect.
Hello M and Ryan. No time to write anything tonight. Packing to move tomorrow. Interesting times. (Leaving wife after 37.5 years. Crazy stuff.)
Thanks, Ryan and Guy. M & Ryan, you're waaayy ahead of me in this haiku stuff. I had to count syllables 4 times to make sure I got it right. Take me back to free verse, quick!Hey Guy, thoughts are with you. Tough times for sure.
OK, I can't resist. M & Ryan, this is your fault.Dino got jealous
Of Snuffy Flintstone's new gig,
Left for the Jetson's.
George and Jane, next thingthey knew, had neighbors shouting,
“Yabba dabba doo!”
Snuffy got snifflywatching his friendly neighbors
sweepin' clouds away.
He transferred his brainto an old PC, then ripped
it all to the Cloud,
thinking to outwit
Alzheimer’s. Snuffy’s cocktails
were seven-limers.
Thank you, Ryan! I’m not sure what happened. Sometimes I think this thread is like an ink-blot test.
Snuff soon upgradedto a place without windows,
changed his name to Mac.
They ordered big Macsand Apple pies, lived on shakes,
stole the Gobblins’ fries.
They quit their Jobs, hidbehind Gates, returned to days
of ladders and snakes.
She tried to escapethrough the dormer. That she fell
just made her madder.
At the trial, which was
the former no one could tell,
or which the ladder.
Of these guided thoughts,of guests gone yet remaining,
sounds of tears in rain.
This guarded memory,
of remembered guest, like ghost,
and like ghost, remain.
If only I was"Better, helped ones, did something!"
Rocking in my chair.
If only we could
See what we'd done, greater than
what we think we bear.
His calculationswere suspect, his eyes weak, his
projections astral,
his hasty marriage
wrecked, his prospects bleak, his land
surveys cadastral.
The glib way the playwas styled, its clever allure,
just drove Oscar wild!
David copped itOliver twisted
Dickens of a writer!
Nice one, Jan!That fortune’s fickle,
fame tardy, made Edward leer
and Thomas hardy.
It came out with one word missing...not sure why.Should have been
David copped it
Oliver twisted
Dickens of a writer!
It’s a glitch on the GR app, Jan. It happens to mine too. Everything is there as it should be when viewed on a web browser. Great haiku, by the way :)Now Stephen is King,
like Will was before - giants,
shaking mighty spears.
Moldy vampires takeall comers in Sunnydale,
where Buffy summers.
New moon banishesthe mottled hues of twilight,
an old love eclipsed.
I think the mottled hues of twilight is a beautiful, evocative phrase!The last light wavered
on reeds, the pond. A columned
ruin loomed beyond.
Thanks, M. You’ve set a beautiful scene.
Why should they be ashamed?They feel like evil villains!
Yet fight like children.
For breakfast he atea doughnut shop, for dinner
an alley of oaks.
He was a giant,
his life a flop and the butt
of back-alley jokes.
“Should’ve run away,”
was his thought, “been a sideshow
at cheap circuses.”
What had pride led to?
Naught but a diet of dough-
nuts and quercuses.
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vined, and woody,” said lithe, long-
haired Robin Hoodie.