Friday, November 29, 2013
Haiku Friday: Thanksgiving
Today's topic is Thanksgiving memories-- it can be from yesterday or Thanksgiving, 1972. Food, family, disasters, parades, Turkey Trots, Black Friday, whatever!
Here is mine:
The Hudson's Parade,
Down Woodward, had snow this year.
Somehow, that feels right.
Now it is your turn! Use the 5/7/5 recipe for syllables-per-line and have fun!
Comments:
CAROLINA BORED HATED THANKSGIVING
She was early a
Curmudgeon: Loathed pumpkin pie
Turkey,chatty folk.GRRRR!
Consequently there
Was nothing to eat Thanksgiving.
Wanted: Cake and a steak.
When they approached her
She stuck out her tongue,and snuck,
Roomward to paint paisleys.
They called to her,she
Blithely ignored. And threw her
Apple core at doors.
Listen Osler--Geoff sucks.
The thanksgiving Geoff
Sloshed giblet gravy down
My spangled cleavage.
My burning desire:
Stuffing his shorts with creamed corn
From the fiery oven.
Result: baked nuts pie.
Revenge is mine saith Sallydear.
Old Test'ment justice.
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Shit on a shingle
Mark Bittman's Potato Nix
Seriously dude
Like hash browns gone bad
Giant Potato Latke
Better with eggs, side
Duck disappointed
Did not get crispy, Honey
Baked Ham saved day
Bourbon Pecan Pie
Whipping Cream, Fresh, large dallop
Delicious, thank you
Mark Bittman's Potato Nix
Seriously dude
Like hash browns gone bad
Giant Potato Latke
Better with eggs, side
Duck disappointed
Did not get crispy, Honey
Baked Ham saved day
Bourbon Pecan Pie
Whipping Cream, Fresh, large dallop
Delicious, thank you
CAROLINA BORED HATED THANKSGIVING
She was early a
Curmudgeon: Loathed pumpkin pie
Turkey,chatty folk.GRRRR!
Consequently there
Was nothing to eat Thanksgiving.
Wanted: Cake and a steak.
When they approached her
She stuck out her tongue,and snuck,
Roomward to paint paisleys.
They called to her,she
Blithely ignored. And threw her
Apple core at doors.
# posted by 
: 3:11 PM
: 3:11 PM
Every moment is
Thanksgiving in Italy.
Pasta,Wine,Song.
I sit on the pink
piazza and drink vino
The sun is glow-warm
All Things move turtle.
We are kissing when our tall
Waiter comes with the bread.
He does not avoid
Our eyes but tries to drink from
Love's common bottle.
Thanksgiving in Italy.
Pasta,Wine,Song.
I sit on the pink
piazza and drink vino
The sun is glow-warm
All Things move turtle.
We are kissing when our tall
Waiter comes with the bread.
He does not avoid
Our eyes but tries to drink from
Love's common bottle.
# posted by : 3:21 PM
: 3:21 PM
Haiku as portrait of a parade disaster (cuz I'm feeling all Irwin Allen today):
Inflatable elf
guide wires don't see the phone pole
the humanity
Inflatable elf
guide wires don't see the phone pole
the humanity
Listen Osler--Geoff sucks.
The thanksgiving Geoff
Sloshed giblet gravy down
My spangled cleavage.
My burning desire:
Stuffing his shorts with creamed corn
From the fiery oven.
Result: baked nuts pie.
Revenge is mine saith Sallydear.
Old Test'ment justice.
# posted by : 1:16 PM
: 1:16 PM
The cloth long and lace
The crystal full of wine,a pie
Made of minced beef and
Raisins,wondrous spice
Lifts its countenance, warmed, to
Iced cream,and bids you
Consume righteously
Taste each morsel as if you
Might never eat again.
As you must taste friends'
Camaraderie when
Here alive.Good.Thanks.
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The crystal full of wine,a pie
Made of minced beef and
Raisins,wondrous spice
Lifts its countenance, warmed, to
Iced cream,and bids you
Consume righteously
Taste each morsel as if you
Might never eat again.
As you must taste friends'
Camaraderie when
Here alive.Good.Thanks.
# posted by : 2:17 PM
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