Location: marengo, il, United States

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Haiku to Brake

You budding trees have
Yet to fill in your branches
And block that damn noise


Blogger Gone Away said...

Grumpy old man haiku... ;)

6:10 PM  
Blogger The Bubaker said...

Way, you're the only person who writes Haikus I actually like...

2:23 AM  
Blogger Jay said...

And what have you done for them lately?

7:57 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What is a hakiu?

6:29 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What is a hakiu?

6:29 AM  
Blogger Gone Away said...

What has who done for what?

7:27 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

A haiku is a way of venting.

7:51 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

Ask not what the trees have done; just yell at them.

7:51 PM  
Blogger DLAK said...

You brooding blogs have
yet to kill all my braincells
and stop the "Spam" poise

8:23 PM  
Blogger Ned said...

The advent of leaves
Thwarting the peeping neighbors
Blinds open again

4:05 AM  
Blogger Stranger Ken said...

But don't you just love those sirens, Harry?

Things that go bump in the night
Should not really give you a fright
It's the hole in each ear
That lets in the fear
That and the absence of light

Spike Milligan

5:04 AM  
Blogger Harry said...

Getting the picture now, Anon?

10:01 AM  
Blogger Harry said...

Dropped by at midnight

To check up on my baby

And say Yes! to Ned.

10:05 AM  
Blogger Harry said...

Most excellent, DLAK!

10:18 AM  
Blogger Harry said...

Traffic, plus sirens from hell

Those neighbors who squabble and yell

Pedestrian glances

That insist I wear pantses

No worries; things soon will be well.

10:19 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

ha ha!

3:33 PM  
Blogger dotbar said...

Now that's poetry I can undestand! lol.

10:18 PM  
Blogger dotbar said...

What the heck??? I mean understand!!

10:18 PM  
Blogger glenniah said...

The branches of the tree are very useful. They provide shade, are good for climbing on and when they stop being useful one can always chop them up for firewooe.

9:33 AM  
Blogger Ned said...

Firewooe? One wonders what wooe is without fire...

1:07 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

Um, c'mon baby, light my wooe?

11:04 PM  
Blogger glenniah said...

I would like to say that wooe is an australian adjective, sort of like the aussie word 'coo ee', but I know you would never believe me.
So I would like to say wood.
Would you come on baby and light my fire, lol

7:02 AM  
Blogger Jodie said...

Where's the fire?

9:10 PM  
Blogger bumpy_beth said...

sprays everyone down with the water hose.... and stands there with a dumb look on her face... "Fire?"

9:12 AM  
Blogger Keeefer said...

Theres holes in the clouds
where the rain comes in
there ever so snall
thats why the rain is thin.

I must go down to the sea again
the lovely sea in the sky
I left my socks and vest there
I wonder if they're dry

Spike Milligan

Now there was a madman with a sense of humour

7:30 PM  
Blogger Jodie said...

Keeef, I like Spike too. :)

3:38 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

Just my sort of madman, Keeef.

4:07 PM  
Blogger Ned said...

I just wandered in looking for the new post, but it doesn't seem to be here. But, maybe I will just sit down and relax for a minute. This blog is a really great place to hang out, the owner of the blog being such an excellent host.

But in case he is waiting for comments to reach a specific nunber before he posts again, I figured I would just leave a comment again.

Here is my comment:

Dude! Where are ya?

10:07 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

I'm waiting on Godot.

12:36 AM  
Blogger valtzen said...

Wait for trees rings with squirrels what a time?
No! Take ax-tion my man.
Fell the stoplight the sign.

Muse galore evermore.
While cars hum by sublime.
Till the knock on your door for the crime.

not Godot :)

12:51 AM  
Blogger Jodie said...

We miss you, Harry!

9:27 AM  

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