tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48602289760963383942024-03-18T06:40:30.848-07:00Haikooky- Haiku for laughter's sakeJames Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.comBlogger4091125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-24172275446115748312024-03-18T06:39:00.000-07:002024-03-18T06:39:33.460-07:00Monday haiku<p> I'm no longer in </p><p>mint condition, the box was </p><p>opened long ago</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-58086049586921666572024-03-16T18:01:00.000-07:002024-03-16T18:01:56.448-07:00Weekend haiku<p>I am no longer </p><p>in mint condition, but she </p><p>loves me just the same </p><p>------------------------------- </p><p>I'm no longer in </p><p>mint condition, well played with, </p><p>but my value's up</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-56073281029414195312024-03-15T06:51:00.000-07:002024-03-15T06:51:31.420-07:00Friday haiku<p>Sometimes, collections </p><p>of discordant noise can be </p><p>music. Sometimes not.</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-58511116496137575442024-03-14T06:51:00.000-07:002024-03-14T06:51:03.362-07:00Thursday haiku<p>Jesus loves you, but </p><p>only because he has to. </p><p>He thinks you're a dick!</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-61130935377132111062024-03-13T06:30:00.000-07:002024-03-13T06:30:30.133-07:00Wednesday haiku<p>After six boxes, </p><p>I claim these Girl Scout cookies </p><p>are so NOT Thin Mints</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-47478378536997532332024-03-12T06:35:00.000-07:002024-03-12T06:35:44.405-07:00Tuesday haiku<p>Those who have walked with </p><p>you on life's long road may not </p><p>reach the end with you</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-27587708265629602212024-03-11T06:37:00.000-07:002024-03-11T06:37:31.073-07:00Monday haiku<p>Last week, I bought five </p><p>boxes of Girl Scout cookies. </p><p>I need Samoa!</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-73077040710981564722024-03-10T10:48:00.000-07:002024-03-10T10:48:40.599-07:00Weekend haiku<p>In your driveway, you </p><p>never want the medical </p><p>examiner van </p><p>----------------------------- </p><p>With Trump found guilty </p><p>of libel for millions, he's </p><p>found out talk's not cheap</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-33081144918655551902024-03-08T06:44:00.000-08:002024-03-08T06:44:16.028-08:00Friday haiku<p>The poem waits so </p><p>patiently now for it's next </p><p>chance to shine, to glow</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-26574784615338277242024-03-07T06:42:00.000-08:002024-03-07T06:42:12.654-08:00Thursday haiku<p>A flock of black birds </p><p>singing their loud songs, raising </p><p>a crowcawphony</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-70808629185261937282024-03-06T06:43:00.000-08:002024-03-06T06:43:41.871-08:00Wednesday haiku<p>All poets have a </p><p>small bit of ink and graphite </p><p>running through their veins</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-42647399775412352282024-03-05T06:46:00.000-08:002024-03-05T06:46:35.754-08:00Tuesday haiku<p>Now at seventy- </p><p>eight years old, I find it hard </p><p>to call him Neil Young</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-16625433269087850192024-03-04T06:43:00.000-08:002024-03-04T06:43:20.910-08:00Monday haiku<p>It feels like it's so </p><p>easy to rile folks up now, </p><p>which makes me angry</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-76431215487110923692024-03-02T06:28:00.000-08:002024-03-02T06:28:34.974-08:00Weekend haiku<p>When you realize </p><p>your scrotum and face are twins, </p><p>you are truly old </p><p>----------------------------------- </p><p>The older we get, </p><p>the less natural wood left. </p><p>We shouldn't waste it!</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-51174795847649803162024-03-01T10:15:00.000-08:002024-03-01T10:15:20.437-08:00Friday haiku<p>Sure, my wrinkles and </p><p>gray hair show my true age, but </p><p>inside I'm still twelve</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-71899301294261013882024-02-29T06:51:00.000-08:002024-02-29T06:51:57.659-08:00Thursday haiku<p>How is it my friends </p><p>keep getting older, while I </p><p>haven't aged a day?</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-7055951147431725382024-02-28T06:50:00.000-08:002024-02-28T06:50:41.744-08:00Wednesday haiku<p> </p><p>Who is Marty Grass, </p><p>and why do they celebrate </p><p>him in New Orleans?</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-18726799087475852162024-02-27T06:44:00.000-08:002024-02-27T06:44:38.190-08:00Tuesday haiku<p>There was a Super </p><p>Bowl ad promoting Jesus. </p><p>Holy commercial!</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-71572299586505588932024-02-26T06:46:00.000-08:002024-02-26T06:46:39.838-08:00Monday haiku<p>I'm just saying Bill's </p><p>had more big encounters with </p><p>the Police than Sting</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-15883227408664106852024-02-24T19:19:00.000-08:002024-02-24T19:19:54.402-08:00Weekend haiku<p>The rain creates a </p><p>million windshield diamonds, while </p><p>my pocket's empty </p><p>----------------------------------------------- </p><p>She sings about the </p><p>rumors so truthfully, you </p><p>can tell they are lies</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-11049657022770565582024-02-23T06:38:00.000-08:002024-02-23T06:38:57.004-08:00Friday haiku<p>When the frog flashes </p><p>you a peace sign, you should stop </p><p>smoking lily pads</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-21841979926425244882024-02-22T06:48:00.000-08:002024-02-22T06:48:32.513-08:00Thursday haiku<p>I have never seen </p><p>Bigfoot, but I smelled him once </p><p>and that's close enough</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-27437510664724268152024-02-21T06:48:00.000-08:002024-02-21T06:48:55.284-08:00Wednesday haiku<p>At this moment, you </p><p>are the youngest that you will </p><p>ever be again</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-53407247720578824042024-02-20T06:43:00.000-08:002024-02-20T06:43:07.793-08:00Tuesday haiku<p>Some watch the Super </p><p>Bowl for the commercials, while </p><p>I watch for halftime</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860228976096338394.post-21246842679037995902024-02-19T15:55:00.000-08:002024-02-19T15:55:39.779-08:00Monday haiku<p>Watching the Super </p><p>Bowl alone, no one can hear </p><p>me yell at the refs</p>James Rodgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12858620284976949625noreply@blogger.com0