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[Mandy]

M...how did I know you would be the one to understand exactly what I meant?

[M]

Eek! It was a booby trap, and I walked right into it.

[Ryan]

Hah! You crack me up, M ;)

[Mandy]

Not wanting what she
needed, but what she thought would
make her beautiful.

She had a head that
was half empty, and cups that
were only half full.

[M]

(Mandy! Another trap. I can see the loop on the ground, barely hidden by leaves.)

[M]

She cultivated
a dulcet tone. Her cups soon
bulged with silicone.

[Mandy]

Sometimes they bounced, and
others they flopped. It seemed so
good until one popped.

[Ryan]

I'm struggling to get abreast of the subtle undercurrents here...

[M]

I can’t write and run for cover and laugh all at the same time . . .

[M]

They tried to save her,
but soon she died, and more men
than her husband sighed.

[Mandy]

When she lost her life,
he missed the money spent to
make his perfect wife.

[Paula Tohline]

Perfection is as
perfection does. He left town
and moved to Stepford.

[Rachel]

Electric thought trains
Light up wandering minds on
Their way to the brink.

[Mandy]

This locomotive
wasn't like the rest, take a ride
on the crazy train.

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

Blue the train was called
she was shaken, nervous, scared
it was her last ride.

[Ryan]

Safe in newspaper
castles, vacant-eyed sleepers
rumble down the line.

[Mandy]

The train was blue, the
girl was broken, her heart ached
for words unspoken.

[Ryan]

Whispers of train song
fill the void: even the tide
must break for a time.
And in breaking, gather strength;
and in healing, move mountains.

[Mandy]

With a broken heel
she couldn't fix, Cinderella's
dream was quickly nixed.

[Ryan]

Broken heels, like dreams,
mean nada, to the devils
wearing their Prada.

[Mandy]

Not an angel or
devil, she wanted heaven,
he put her through hell.

[Ryan]

She hated how he
looked so scruffy. He loved how
she looked like Buffy.

[Mandy]

Once bitten, twice shy,
she did not want another
emo vampire guy.

[Ryan]

Haha, love it!

[Ryan]

Alone in the chill
hours before dawn, her lips spoke
his name, unbidden.

[M]

How ill-tempered could
her mom be? She shrieked, “You went
out with a zombie?”

[Ryan]

"I don't know why you're
seeing red, my zombie fronts
The Grateful Undead!"

[Mandy]

Her father had one
steadfast rule, she wasn't allowed to
to marry a ghoul.

[M]

These are great to wake up to! They go wonderfully with coffee.

[Paula Tohline]

On waking she saw
The grounds in he coffee cup
Spelled out disaster.

[Mandy]

My coffee's prediction
told not of the imminent
egg benediction.

[M]

What worse violence
could she inflict? Worcestershire
on eggs Benedict!

[Mandy]

None could pronounce the
sauce she used, but all could tell
the eggs were abused.

[M]

Their testimony,
some said, had been coached, or claimed
the case had been poached.

[Paula Tohline]

The hard boiled lawyer
Refused to let the defense
Scramble her witness.

[Ryan]

Hah! Excellent :)

[M]

We have courtroom haiku!

[Ryan]

With the facts laid bare,
cracks began to appear; seems
old Humpty was pushed.

[M]

When Humpty fell from
that place, a cop standing there
had egg on his face.

[Mandy]

All the king's horses
couldn't fix Humpty, what did you
expect...they're horses.

[Harsh]

Humpty shunt down the crank,
went to his master
rolling up on the plank.

[M]

Who but a foppish
king endorses body work
by neighing horses?

[Ryan]

Resting in pieces
poor Humpty lay, a nest egg
for a rainy day.

[Rachel]

Who was it that said
Humpty was an egg? I heard
No such fact in rhymes.

[M]

An old and faded
illustration provided
clarification.

[Mandy]

Faded memories,
of things that should not be, are
always haunting me.

[Paula Tohline]

Inside each artist
inspiration can reveal
if eggs have appeal.

Often they will choose
to draw what instincts tell them,
then boil and shell them.

[Paula Tohline]

What is it about
the unrequited haiku
that drives me koo-koo?

I want the real truth!
Is it me you don't care for,
or just my haiku?

I need sympathy.
Lying in my bed of pain,
my pelvis broken.

That is not to say
you've injured me in that way,
but it's lonely here.

From blogs to Goodreads
on my tablet I wander,
seeking words from you.

Kind words would be nice,
but if you're not so disposed,
I'll take a sharp slice.

Snarking and sniping
serve the ailing better than
being left in peace.

Don't read these haikus
as complaints poorly wrtten!
They are, but so what?

Anyone out there
with seventeen syllables
for bedridden grumps?

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Alas, my dear mateys! I am carrying on with my pitiful life here in sick-bay, while you are all up there on deck having a marvelous time doing anything but checking in on your poor ol' seafaring pal. I hope that this way over-the-top bit of (ahem!) writing has stirred you enough to respond to my pitiable request. What I would love for you to read for me is my initial draft of Chapter One of my as yet untitled new humor/mystery that I am going to post on my "Your Writing" page here on the
WSS&Co. group section set up for such purposes (I assume!).

Any help, suggestions, blahs, or Bravos! will be accepted bravely or joyfully, and will keep me from writing more insipid crap like the above haikus out of utter boredom. I have found myself unable to studiously spend all my time in constant editing of my poetry for my soon-to-be self-published collection of poetry.

Thanks to all of you! In all seriousness, you have all been wonderful and generous, helpful and kind to me throughout my "up and down, in and out" service here on our good ship Lolliflop.

[M]

Dragon ships under
a sky wild with stars approached
a moonlit headland.

Hungry for plunder,
rested from wars, they soon slid
up on the soft sand.

[M]

(Yikes! A broken pelvis. Paula, how did that happen? It sounds exceedingly painful, and you’re probably in for a long recovery. I’m sorry to have taken so long to reply.)