Here's this week's heap of haiku:
 

    

 

 Happy would-have-been 124nd birthday on April 4th to my maternal grandmother,
Agnes Mulry Tracy Tharp. - 1891-1951
 
Though I never knew,
my grandmother, I learned the
lessons she passed on.

 

 

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 The stack of papers,
suddenly flew ’round the room!
Please!!  Close that window!!

 

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 She smiled at me and
for one brief moment we both
felt the world was safe.
 
 
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She used her giggle
to attract young men, and her
savvy to keep them.
 

 
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Let the youngest ask:
"Why is this night different?"
Good Pesach, my friends.

 

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Eschewing sunsets,
he loved the subtler skies
of mid-afternoon.

 

 

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Never be afraid
of mistakes, be mindful of
not learning lessons.
 

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Easter massacre!
A headless choc'late bunny
lies amidst his peeps!

 

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tanka haiku:

There is a sad fear
that's buried deep in our hearts;
that no love will last.

   So we pray that Time's not cruel
   and good memories won't fade.
 
 

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A haiku for writers ...

 

haiku: The plot thickens when
you're married to the ending
but wake with a start.

 

 

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Carefully follow
the path through the irises ...
serenity waits.

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 Near the temple of
Dionysus, peonies
plead for one more chance.
 
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 Does your past exist
in black, white and shades of grey?
I didn't think so ...
 

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 tanka haiku:
 
When you're sailing and
you strike a reef, don't crack open
an aperitif.

   Though you're shaking like a leaf,
    It will only cause you grief.
  
 
 

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Spider on the wall,
brings my house good fortune and
happiness for all.
 
 
 

 

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He was raised by wolves,
but tutored by nightingales ...
so he howls on key.

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A dark, grey morning
Serious people crowd me ...
I can't help but laugh.

 

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Using auto-tune
mixed with a hip-hop cadence?
Kinda creeps me out.

 

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An impossible dance ...
prance about on tippy-toes ...
Is ballet a rus(s)e?

 

 

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Shattering silence,
that car horns’ cacophony,
disturbs my slumber.

 

 

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Today may be rough,
tomorrow may be silken ...
Life is tactile fun.

 

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 Will you ever wake?
Or will you dream forever?
Will you ever know?
 

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On my block, cars do
their alternate do-si-do
for the street sweeper.

 

 

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Some flowering quince
brighten up my room, while they
taunt my allergies.

 

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In a hiding place,
behind some old wainscoting,
musty artifacts.

 

 

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Most Ala-Kazam,
Abra-Cadabra spells seem
to lack real magic.
 

 

 

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 A shuttered cottage.
Dust settles on empty chairs.
Sunlight peeks through shades.
 
 

 

 

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double haiku:

She seldom complained,
was quick with a comeback, and
was often ignored.

This built character ...
or that's what she told herself
while she bided time.

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His girlfriend's bedroom,
seemed like such a prissy place;
dainty and perfumed.

 

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A convent garden,
a praying mantis looks for
Jack-in-the-pulpit.

 

 

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Sprawled on an ice floe,
you'd like to forget that you're
heading for the falls.
 

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young boys quickly learn
the alcohol content of
vanilla extract.
 

 

 

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A remote forest,
where towering trees shelter,
delicate flowers.
 

 

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Hiding in the field,
overhearing schemes,  he then
figured out the plot.

 

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There's a twilight time
  between dusk and eve'ning that
  nurtures reflection
 

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

 

 

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Humpty Dumpty-ku:

All the king's horses,
And all the king's men, liked their
  egg over easy.

 

 

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Once again he tried
running around the backyard ...
but the kite won't fly.
 

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A glorious day
seeps through my window shades, and
withers all my fears.
 

 

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a young man once lured
an angel down the path and
made her spread her wings.

 

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A crumpled fender,
wrapped around a barber pole,
could mean a close shave.

 

 

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At the sky’s edges,
mountaintops still pierce the clouds,
to peek at heaven.

 

 

 

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Time will always tell
whenever a law is passed
that turns back the clock.

 

 

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 He was mesmerized,
  not by her beauty, but by
  how sweetly she laughed.
 

 

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Last year's jelly bean
found in my jacket pocket
still tastes pretty good.

 

 

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Graceful wisps of hair
framed the courtesan's face as
she served him green tea.

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Mistakes repeated
are called decisions ... Besides,
twice is redundant.

 

 

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Silently stalking,
my lilac point Siamese ...
pounces on dust balls.
 
 

 

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Appreciation
of Life's complexities makes
easy answers hard.

 

 

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A wise man sees what
is truly needed, not just
what is desired.
 

 

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Cold wind, freezing sleet,
and an angry dog make me
wish my bus would come.
 
 

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Do you bloom at night,
when you think no-one's looking?
Moonlight savors you.
 

 

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If you syncopate
a fascinatin' rhythm,
have you struck a chord?

 

 

 

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Edges of her path
look frayed, for she's not always
kept within the lines.
 

 

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Those getting drenched may
not think of how they will
be blessed by the storm.

 

 

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Under the table
is no place to end when your
boss takes you to lunch.
 

 

 
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As the clouds disperse
Stars twinkle in the night sky
My heart leads me home.

 

 

 

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A stone partition
does not stop my neighbor's dog
from barking at me.

 
 

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tanka haiku:

 

Straightening his room
seemed, in his mind, to be a
Herculean task.

'Rome was not built cleaned in a day',
mom wearily reminded.
 

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 Despite his calm moves,
swift, swirling undercurrents
tugged his ev'ry step.
 
 
 

 

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Scouts going camping,
Lovers caught in passion's throes,
Neither needs matches.

 

 

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  The Easter Bunny
  frightened her so much, she gave
  up eating carrots.

  (My sister and the Easter Bunny circa 1949.)
 

 

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And finally ...  a tanka haiku and triple haiku:
 
 

We must stop. We must.
We must stop fighting. We must.
If we don't, we're done.

America, you must meld;
Let diff'rent thoughts co-exist.

 

By that, I don't mean
surrender or accept what's
unacceptable.

 

I mean, no-one should
die because they disagree
with the way you think.

 

We must live with our
neighbors, not be driven
to madness by them.

 

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