A Flimsily Funny Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

This week's heap of haikus:

tanka haiku: Nearly Sixty-two,
I shouldn't feel so lost and
all alone in Life.

I know, I'm not alone ... nor
lost, but feelings still can feel.

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She was sick in bed,
but she grinned when her mom brought
waffles for breakfast.

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ha-ha-ha-ku: Warning! Beware of
a Lackluster haiku-ster!
Each word'll curdle ...

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Overdue haircut,
Wearing a green paisley shirt,
Diff'rent path taken.

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A wellspring of joy,
lies within each of our hearts,
waiting to be tapped.

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1950's-ku: Being grown-up meant
a clean, folded handkerchief
in your breast pocket.

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His Little League team
was sponsored by a pie shop,
which liked the rhubarbs.

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On a shady lane,
there lived a lonely girl that
dreamed of love fulfilled.

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Cats and melon balls,
a recipe for hi-jinks ...
and some sticky cats.

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Try imagining,
That strangers you encounter,
Are friends from past lives.

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What, she asked, is Hope?
Hope's the thing that blossoms,
From seeds of despair.

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She laughed wickedly.
Such a chill went up his spine,
that he sneezed ice cubes.

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The last fifty years
will be known as the time when,
up was sold as down.

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Child Labor laws, and
Forty hour work weeks. Like 'em?
Thank the union folks.

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The smell of incense,
beaded curtains, black-light art,
Hippies still exist!

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In our old backyard,
some nights, we'd play baseball. The
tree was second base.

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don't resist urges
from impulse or desire ...
they will point the way.

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Like sails on schooners,
the bed sheets billowed, while pinned
to my mom's clothesline.

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Of the many truths,
all come down to just one fact;
you can't hide from cats.

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A freshly waxed floor,
an over-eager puppy ...
hilarity ensues.

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A Winter's kindness.
Kindling gathered, I light
small fires of hope.

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My friends ... Dignity
is something you can't obtain,
you can only have ...

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tanka haiku: I support your cause,
but don't make me re-commit
ev'ry single day.

I have strength to see things through,
without constant Facebook "pokes."

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They started even,
but they can't say who won; they
had diff'rent goal-lines.

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If you think "Life Stinks",
You're wrong. Life is fine. It is
Consciousness that stinks.

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