HAIKUDRAMA

Haikus by Henry
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Artistic people
That's what the Francisco's are
No escaping it.

Never serious
About anything in life
Except performing

We are but artists
Who don't compete, yea, we invent
Thus the world sees

Her father's talent
Coupled to mother's morals
Success is assured

Think in your medium
Form what you want to express
Make it so we feel

Why do you want "Friends?"
Only a waste of your time
If you're an artist

Learn to dig yourself
There's more there that meets the mind
Nuggets of pure gold

Feel the need to talk?
Speak to yourself. After all,
You've something to say

Hooked on "feeling good,"
But the older you get
Fewer are the ways

Two exclusive things:
Where you are, and where you're at
So how about you?

You're an old man now
Stop trying to rescue yourself
You're already saved

Stay right there Henry
You've got where you want to go
Develop that thing

Where does the time go
When you're havin' all that fun?
To posterity

Songs about money
Now you have it now you don't
Denominators

Here's a new riffle:
Noontime piano at the bank
(Happy money tunes)

"The financial blues
Disappear at PNC
Celebrate your dough"

In the actor's mind
Stardom is the goal somehow
Good, bad, no matter

I know how he felt
John Wilkes Booth, that assassin
No one would listen

No one would watch him
Do Hamlet or Richard III
So he shot Lincoln

Make friends with the bugs
It's they who will devour you
As their final meal

Government needs dough?
Why not tax the Internet:
Emails that we read

If System X is
As far as you want to go,
Does your stuff? Keep it.

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

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

Exponentially
You can be cyber-famous
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
Rhythmic motorboat

No, not Italian
The Franciscos have been here
Before Jeffersons

Temptations to do
Outweigh those to read about
Till doing is o'er

Blizzard! From inside...
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

When someone dies young
Somehow he stays forever
That age in our minds

In The Poet's Mind
Ev'rything becomes Haiku
Singularly plain

In my oddball way
I long to be relevant
To mean something more

Music takes you back
To places you might not want
Ever to return

Want to be happy?
Be able to get into
Whatever you do.

You can be happy
Just don't court money or fame
Enjoy what you do

Chords are merriment
Really int'resting puzzles
You solve in your ear

Chords: merry notions
Interesting enigmas
You solve in your ear

We know how he died
But lo, what was he thinking
As he passed away?

You got leftovers?
Save 'em, make 'em into bread
Then that's all you eat..

"I've decided that
I'm going to be insane"
Speaketh the shirker

"Fuck the whole damn world
Nobody understands me!"
So saith the fool

Do insane people
Decide to go 'round the bend?
Do they make a choice?

Ev'rything's reduced
To Haiku, in precisely
One idea per

Haiku Universe
Comprised of new ideas
Expressed in verse

To play the piano:
The "thumb-under" maneuver
Along with triads

School defies PC
Political Correctness
Swims against the tide

Life's a controlled mess
Like bricklaying: mortar, block,
Formed into buildings

After you build it
Step back, appreciate it
You fade away, die.

One can but wonder
At all of Hitler's power
How it went so wrong

Somehow stay playful
And your youth is well-assured.
It's all "attitude."

Whorehouse pianist
Played tunes for getting it on
Picking one's pleasures

Henry Francisco
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