STILL MORE HAIKU

That we all would be
Someone's favorite something,
Remembered as such...

Surely to be wished
But it's mighty elusive
Mem'ry's Hall of Fame

Whose fav'rites are we?
Or have we seen the death of
(I should say passing)

"Favorite-ism"
Replaced by that old standard
Popularity?

I s'pose that's "High School"
Yet, that's how we live again
Recalling good years,

Best times traded for
Whatever was to follow,
If and when it came.

Thus we are here now
Casting our teacher in mind
Ah! There! Up ahead...

He goes; knows the way
As he did those years ago
Our English guru.

Yea his spirit lives
In our imaginations
He sparked 'way back then.

So, we'll get there too:
Class reunions in ether -
"The Bells" ring again...

Running from the past
Can't be such a bad idea
Keeps you in good shape

"Give your mind over"
A form of insanity:
Alzheimer's

Alzheimer's may not
Be too bad. You'll remember
A bunch of NEW things

FLASH! to Mike Henry:
The neighborhood talent show
Cleveland and his friends

You get a chance to
Show off the whole neighborhood
Getting up on stage

Tell a tale 'bout you
Something you did that made me
Love you even more

He sang boy to boy
Love songs, as Cole Porter would
And he meant them too

He sang it in a gay bar
Tell me, are there still gay bars?
I've lost touch, it seems

Exponentially
Become famous on the 'net
Rapid expansion

Ideas are catching
Their contagion quite rampant
Good ones OR bad ones

But will they catch on?
Against inoculations
By their opponents

Tell you a story
It kinda jumps around
It's all in Haiku

I want to write it
Before I forget it all
The way it happened

So I'll tell you things
Just as I remember them
From my pinnacle

It is all in there
The Port Whitman Times dot com
Blogspot Daily Realm

Give me a forum
Where I can express my thoughts
And I'll change your mind

Marijuana's charge:
It makes you think that you are
More of what you are

Shave and a haircut
Luxuries of days gone by
Yet not forgotten

Charlene sure could dance
But she was a big girl, see?
So she sorta "cruised."

In rhythm, mind you
Smooth, coming in to the dock
A real motorboat

No, not Italian
The Franciscos have been here
Before Jeffersons

Temptations to do
Outweigh those to read about
Till doing is done

After a blizzard
The image of our front door
Top to bottom snow

Have you ever read
Anything I wrote, or heard
Music that I played?

Winter is comin'
Keep your feet warm, your neck too
Ward off sickness

Father, I have sins
Too numerous to mention
Please forgive them all

Henry Francisco
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