Here's this week's heap of haikus:


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Still feels like Winter
All I do is stare at the
flower wallpaper.


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Wearing a sweatshirt,
I nurse a cup of Joe and
read the New York Times.

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There is a large crowd,
lined up 'round Tompkins Square Park.
Bread line?  Movie Shoot.
 

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 Clumps of tourists gawk,
in the middle of Times Square
The neon dazzles.

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His tortured soul found
small measures of contentment
just beyond its reach.


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When she walked away,
I brought my hands to my face,
to hold in my dreams.

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A New Yorker in
an Oklahoma dorm room,
soon downs his first Coors.

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Traffic-clogged streets made
worse by double parked trucks, and
dumb damned dog walkers.

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She sneezed her dress off
Which caused quite a kerfuffle
in the Library.
 

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Alone at Midnight
walking through old neighborhoods
searching for my past.

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Suddenly, footsteps!
A shadow in the doorway ...
Then, a match is struck.


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After the rainstorm,
the city's lights shimmered in
street corner puddles


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double haiku:

An Irish Setter,
gallops through Riverside Park,
greeting each toddler.

His owner just laughs,
reassuring scared nannys,
the dog is friendly.


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Each day, he walked through
his garden and picked a rose
to place on her grave.
 

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Silent are the trees
through harsh winters, stoically,
they wait for the Spring.
 
 

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Swirling embers rise,
riding a smoky breeze, then
die, and fall to earth.

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Souls forge truth and hope,
while minds dream up fantasies
and hearts search for love.


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I walked through a field
to get to the main road, and
lost all track of time.


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Glowings in the sky;
Aurora Borealis ...
looks quite magical.

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Triple haiku:

Outta Coffee ... D'OH!
Scrounging through kitchen drawers.
Looking for tea bags.

But tea is a sad
substitute for my Java ...
I crave Maxwell House!

And so, resigned, I
put on pants and socks ... and shoes
and walk to ... Starbucks.


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tanka haiku:


96th Street's ramp
to the West Side Highway is
a thing of beauty.

   A tree-lined, curved underpass
   with a view of the Hudson.



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Autumn in New York,
leaves crackle underfoot as
we stroll through the park.


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A wedge of cheddar
a slice of apple pie and
things are lookin' up.


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Wistful reminders
of what you mean to me, are
shoved under my bed.


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Whispering willows,
drive the other trees crazy.
Why can't they speak up?


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This is the Future
that you dreamed about while you
sat in Study Hall.


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Good God, she's naked!!
He wasn't often flummoxed,
but this ... well ... gee whiz!


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Simple Simon met
a pie-man, who'd sold his pies,
Simon sez "Hands up!"

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My heart lives near the
sycamore and still blossoms
after ev'ry rain.


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Here is a lesson
to be learned and not forgot;
While music plays, dance.

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Your world's no larger
than the size of your heart and
the depth of your dreams.


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If you want the world
to be your oyster, it helps
to know how to shuck.


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Rivers of flowers
flow through California fields
far as eyes can see.


(Thanks to Kristina Rebelo for the use of her photograph.)
 

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Will you shine a light
to help us pierce the darkness?
April's almost here!