Early-bird Friday special at the Haiku-lodeon ...

This week's heap of haikus:
 

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Sun’s up, day’s begun.
What’s to come will not be fun.
Letting go is hard.

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Our hearts are widest
when we put aside our thoughts
and let ourselves feel.
 

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haiku-radio: "Ah, here we are in
Allen's Alley. Let's see if
Titus Moody's home ..."

"Howdy Bub ... Radio? Don't
care fer furniture that talks."

Fred Allen - 5/31/1894 - 3/17/1956

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tanka haiku: My neighbor's daughter
has a lemonade stand which
offers free cookies.
    A lousy biz'ness model?
    Yeah, but then, so is Facebook.

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My oak tree offers
shade to both friends and strangers ...
Cool breezes extra.

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 Sometimes in my dreams,
I meet you in Times Square and
we are "us" again.

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It takes letting go
and willingness for one to
find Elysian Fields.

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The words some fear most;
"I've become my parents" ... aren't
always set in stone ...

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 He's considered dull;
just muddling through Life ... yet
his heart slays dragons.

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Chaos is ordered;
Ordinary orderlies
are out of order.

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tanka haiku: Sunny, Summer days
running through fields, resting 'neath
the shade of an oak.

    Then we ride bikes to the park
    and play baseball 'til dinner.

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Blistering come-backs
bounced through his head, but all he
could say was, "Oh YEAH?!"

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This haiku chain from last week's comments section deserves repeating:

Verified Atheist: I step outside, breathe
Nature is wearing perfume
Flowers are harlots

A Man Called Lulu: Flowers are harlots
most purchased for their beauty
this john loves them all.

MrSmith1: Scarlet harlots thrive
in my garden, but you should
see their pimpernel.

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