Does the third line refer to the first question or the second?
Food of love starcross'd:
Romeo and Julie ate*
peanuts and lollies.
ate* pronounced et
A weak haiku:
Mon-day Tu-es-day
Wed-nes-day Thurs-day Fri-day
Sat-ur-day Sun-day.
Long distance phone call:
Love uncommunicated.
Brrrp, brrrp, busy line!
Wine, Women and Song —
A short life but a gay one.
What a way to go!
Misunderstood wood!
An oboe is an ill wind
that no one blows good.
A hair cut? No, sir,
saving for a violin —
and to look the part.
I'm an odd poet:
whenever I write haiku
one and one make three.
'mitigate against'
should read 'militate against';
a common mistake.
An antique Roman falls on his sword
Death before dishonour
Is such a pain in the butt —
Fall frontwards next time.
C'indy is D'Indy
and the eclair is Leclair
but Kurt Weill is vile.
Respond to this post:
something to stroke my ego;
a message massage.
today dawns perfect,
no clouds up there in the calm;
weather forecast: – rain!
the weather varies,
the weather forecasts, never:
sunny with showers
sunlit shower drops —
a trillion-spectra rainbow
bridge to Valhalla
winter winds have waned
and winsome Spring wildly blows
weeds in abundance
Is there a collective noun for weeds? If not, I suggest "abundance"!
sometimes I just sits
and sometimes I sits and thinks
and sometimes I dont.
This is a haiku by Emily Dickinson - or is it?
We lose — b'cause we win —
Gamblers — recollecting which
Toss their dice again!
I was on a train returning from a top notch performance of Verdi's 'La Traviata' when some teenage
kids came on board. One of them, a very pretty girl, addressed the passengers:
She: "Have we
all had a good night?"
Me: "I sure did. I went to the opera."
She: "Was it any good?"
Me
(waving my program): "Great! La Traviata! What kind of night did you have?"
She (sadly): "Dreadful.
Went to a heavy metal group. I got too close and the speakers were too loud. It was terrible. What
was the opera about?"
Me: "About a beautiful, sad girl. It was wonderful."
She: "Huh?"
Heavy-metal group:
Beauty's tale of blighted joy.
Too close for comfort!
La Traviata:
Beauty's tale of blighted joy.
It was wonderful!
Richard Strauss's "Der Rosenkavalier" is a delightful opera. In the last act the lecherous
Baron Ochs is foiled in his attempted seduction of Mariandel. This 'interruptus' is great fun.
Mariandel (female) is really the disguised Octavian (male), a role that is always acted by a female.
Rosenkavalier:
The girl is really a boy
acted by a girl.
Opera is usually in a foreign language and I will not presume anyone understands the language or
the opera story. For those curious enough to want to know, here are couple of explanations and
accompanying translated haiku:
When Rodolfo sings
'Che gelida manina'
Mimi gets the "hots".
This is the famous scene in Puccini's "La Boheme" when the hero, Rodolfo, takes hold of the
hand of the heroine, Mimi, tells her that her hand is cold but that his love will warm it. Despite
her cold hands Mimi burns with love for Rodolfo. Here it is translated:
When Rodolfo sings
'Your tiny hand is frozen'
Mimi's heart's on fire.
"Götterdämmerung" is the fourth and final opera of Wagner's 15-hour apocalyptic epic "The Ring of the
Nibelung." The heroine, Brünnhilde, sets fire to Valhalla then mounts her horse, Grane, and sacrifices
herself by leaping into the smoke and flames. I laughed that the wall poster advertising this opera
(in Germany) included a footnote warning that smoking was not allowed inside the opera house.
Götterdämmerung:
Das Opfer von Brünnhilde.
'Rauchen verboten'.
Twilight of the Gods:
Brünnhilde's Immolation.
'Smoking forbidden'.
Wagner's masterpiece:
Der Ring des Nibelungen.
Apocalypse then!