Here's this week's heap of haikus:

 

 

 

 

State-of-the-realm-ku:
 

We're royally screwed;
The Queen's alive, Prince is dead ...
Stephen King's okay.

 

 

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Eventually,
Whatever happens reminds
us of what we did.

 

 

 

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He had shifty eyes
but a nifty pair of hands
( He's still an ***-hole. )

 

 

 

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It's Gangsta Ho-Jo!
"The Host of the Highwaymen"
Can't beat his fried clams

 

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Private Eye-ku:

 

Sopping yolks with a
raft of rye, some lean pigs and
a mug of java.

Then, I eyeball a floozy
joyridin' my jalopy.

I gulp the joe, toss
a sawbuck at the skirt, and
yell, "keep the change, doll!"

 

 

(to be continued)

 

 

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On the TV show,
"Amish Survivor", Ruth dreamt
of escalators.

 

(Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

 

 

 

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When you syncopate
a fascinatin’ rhythm,
Do you strike a chord?
 

 

 

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haiku quartet:

 

Whoever said that
suicide is painless was
a damned optimist.

 

suicide? painless?
dying hurts and that ain't all;
it hurts our loved ones.

 

I suppose that sounds
trite.  It is.  It is also
true as true can be.

Sometimes Life is trite.
What's wrong is trite. That ain't right.
Trite and true.  Good night.

 

 

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Drawn lines create space ...
it's how we define our world;
establish context.

 

 

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Dogwoods bloom at last!
Spring’s celebration of joy
finds Riverside Park.

 

 

 

 

 

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tanka haiku:

What do you say to
old friends that have, lovingly,
frozen you in time?

Be kind.  You were loved enough
to have been thought worth saving

 

 

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Simplified tax form:
How much you make? Where is it?
Please send it to us.

 

 

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Once, a Wall Street type
tried to make an honest buck ...
Derivative schmuck.

 

 

 

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Duchamp exhibit,
The guard admonishes me,
Not to spin the wheel.

 

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Oleanders feign
int'rest in my dog-eared book
"flowery prose" con.
 

 

 

 

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triple haiku:

 

Note in a bottle
floating on the ocean blue
o'er a hundred years.

 

Asks simple question:
How did I get here ...? Offers
a shilling reward.

 

How often have I
asked the same thing about Life ...
How did I get here?

 

 

 

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Her elderly cat,
can no longer climb the stairs,
she must be carried

 

 

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You are determined,
small yellow dandelions,
pushing through sidewalks."

 

 

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How oddly human;
hearing sounds and reading words
can change how we feel.

 

 

 

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triple haiku:

 

I dream, I wish, I
want, hope and wait ... then give up
and go back to sleep.

 

I dream, I wish, I
want, hope and wait ... then give up
and go back to sleep.

 

I dream, I wish, I
want, hope and wait ... then give up
and now I can't sleep.

 

 

 

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A tall vase full of
happy yellow daffodils
assuages anger.

 

 

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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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The theater went dark;
then flickering images,
danced upon the screen.

 

 

 

 

 

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Without warning, two
Trucks collide near the corner,
Police cars converge.

 

 

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'89er Day!
The Oklahoma land run ...
Sooner beat Later.

 

(April 22, 1889 - Oklahoma Territory Land Run)

 

 

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