Here's this week's heap of haikus:

 

Desire often hides
behind the structures of our lives
seeking permission.

 

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Sometimes I see things ...
that no-one else seems to see ...
and that worries me.

 

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When you look at Life
from diff'rent angles, points of
view turn upside down.

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Even the milder
'mitigated disaster'
makes a mess of things.

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My old neighborhood
has now become gentrified.
I left just in time.

 

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A Spring rain pelts me.
I dash for shelter under
a leafy oak tree.

 

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A starry night, wind
rustles the dandelions.  
We cautiously kiss.

 
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In bed, in pain, out
of meds and luck. overwhelmed,
under the weather.
 

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Do you whistle low,
or sing along to iPods?
Karaoke you.

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What's most confusing
when you experience Time?
That watched pots DO boil.

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The more I focus
on subtle details, the more
I'm drawn into Life.

 

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Peach oleanders
overwhelm the small vase on
my kitchen table.

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He was so immersed
in his work, that he forgot
about eating lunch.

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Beautiful and lithe,
hot babes in tight t-shirts jog
past me ... pushing prams.

 

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A burbling brook
slices through a lazy field
near a chestnut tree.
 

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 Double Diner-ku:
 

Eggs over easy
bacon, toast and home fries; on
some mis-matched china.

Men in overalls
listen to the farm report
an' talk 'bout baseball.

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Echoes of sunrise,
fade from the bluing sky; the
moon's gone back to sleep.

 

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My life is a mess,
but my imagination
is impeccable.

 

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As the dawn breaks, a
boat with peeling paint, drifts on
a shimmering lake.

 

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Aggravating man,
infuriating woman;
Act Three, they're in love.
 

 

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Sucker punched by thugs,
smooched by dames, I fire my gat;
(My life as film noir.)

 

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Quietly they slept,
in a field of bluebonnets;
his head in her lap.
 

 

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In the morning light,
a sailboat on the Hudson,
moves as in a dream.

 

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Coffee on the porch,
watching kids on bicycles
chased by barking dogs.

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We met in hard times,
we shared what little we had.
and we got through it.

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May each day dawn with
no regrets for yesterday,
nor phone calls to make.
 

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What if we’re all cogs
in a huge, complex machine,
just hoping to mesh?
 

 
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double haiku:

 
The screen door slams shut.
An angry young man runs to
his car and ‘peels out.’

 

A young girl watches
from the window and prays that
her sadness will end.

 

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Remember; Thousands
of things will go RIGHT for you,
ev’ry single day.
 

 

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There is a structure
to all things, and a context
to fence it all in.
 

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The train ‘clacks’ along.
I stare out the window as
green meadows rush by.

 

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Tending your garden,
know that zinnias will thrive
where fuschias wither.

 

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Mother's feeling Blue.
Father's feeling Violet ...
(Violet's the maid.)

 

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Her world’s no larger
than the width of her bed and
the depth of her dreams.
 

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Waiting by the door,
a shy young girl fidgets with
a yellow wrist-band.
 

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Japanese maples
rustle noiselessly outside
her mother's window.

 

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Those being drenched may
not always feel as if they
are blessed by the storm.
 

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When I had a voice,
singing without a promise,
was all I hoped for.

 
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Crying into beer
will water down your lager.
Weep no more, lady.

 

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Singing for supper,
sure beats acting for peanuts,
and screaming for help.

 

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Sprawled on an ice floe
heading for the falls;
too late to make friends.

 

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Broken dreams only
become so defined, when we
awaken. Dream on.

 

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Stop ... Listen to me.
Nothing will last. Got it? Good.
Now go out and play.

 

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He ogled chorines
that danced in scanty costumes
and flirted with him.
 

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While we were waltzing,
I suddenly realized ...
How much I love you.

 

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Resolve by any
other name is stubbornness.
I'm full of resolve.
 

 
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When daffodils bloom,
near the edge of one’s garden,
passers-by may pluck.
 

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Locked in a body
that can no longer run, he
decides he'll just walk.

 

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Life will intrude on
well-crafted scenarios ...
don't write them in ink.

 

 

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Lifting off from earth,
John Glenn climbed through the clouds to
play in the cosmos.
 

 

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double haiku:

 

Swimming with the tide
may take you into oceans
of profound regret.
 
Lying on the beach,
however, may burn your hide,
so ya takes your choice.

 

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Watching the day fade,
I feel a cooler breeze, and
zip up my jacket.

 

 

 

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I do much wonder ...
I also do much yearn and
hope for the future.

 

 

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The bejeweled collar
he wears, undercuts his claim
he desires freedom.

 

 

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She seemed unaware
her stunning figure put most
men in an uproar.

 

 

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How easily the
wheel of fortune turns, changing
lives and destinies.
 

 

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A foggy dusk near
Catherine Slip; Brooklyn's Bridge
disappears from view.

 

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We may never know
which winds blow thoughts through our minds,
swirling up our past.

 

 

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Before Bea's beguine’s
begun to beguile, betray
Ben's beignet, Buddy.

 

 

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tanka haiku:

Those that can not deal
with their friend’s adversities,
fear their own weakness.

    But smooth sailing weakens sailors
    while stormy weather breeds strength.

 

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A ladybug clings
to my sleeve.  I take her to
visit my garden.

 

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  Dogwoods are in bloom
  around the traffic circle,
  bumper to blossom.

 

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The weekend hunter,
tripped on a pine cone. Even
his dog rolled its eyes.

 

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As Spring emerges,
crocuses and daffodils
greet me while I stroll.

 

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Loose litter swirling
through the canyons of midtown;
Urban tumbleweeds.

 

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Art of the last word
mostly involves keeping your
eyes on the buzzer.

 

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Who gets the last word?
Though debated through the years ...
He who publishes.

       
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(This was posted by a woman in one of the AS Support groups I frequent on Facebook.  I responded to her photo by writing these haikus and posting them.)

 

4 haikus:

 

You won't disappear
Your essence will remain in
the minds of your friends.

Do not go away,
Even those that struggle have
gifts to give the world.

Do not go away
each lesson you learn is taught
through experience,

Do not go away.
You may not know it now, but
you will be alright.

 

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Tragedy has struck!
Lincoln borne by loving hands ...
Zapruder painting.

(150 years ago April 14th, 1865, Abraham Lincoln was assassinated.  This painting was done by an artist who was an eyewitness to the events following the shooting.)

 

 

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Centuries may turn
But geniuses keep drawing ...
The Da Vinci Snood.

(Happy would-have-been birthday to Leonardo Da Vinci - born April 15, 1452)

 

 

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(Finally ... I came across this old one the other day. It still makes me laugh. )

Tanka Haiku:

Instead of eating
a can of peas, she gobbled
up the canapes.

Now, despite her man's pleas, she
can't fit under canopies.

 

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April is Spondylitis Awareness Month!