Here's this week's heap of haikus:

 

I'm fading away,
Slowly, inexorably ...
I can't help but laugh.

 

 

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Is it just me or
is eating wintergreen in
the Summertime odd?

 

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How oddly human;
hearing sounds and reading words
are changing my mood.

 

 

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Happy Would-Have-Been 100th Birthday this week to Les Paul.

Oh, how high the moon ...
and oh how deep the ocean ...
my heart loves you still.

 

 

 

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A swarm of bees flit
about my head as I walk
through my neighbor's yard.

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A tiny bird pecks
at what it thinks is food, and
man thought smoke-able.

 

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Purple swirls may make
you dizzy, but old love songs
always make you blue.

 

 

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Advice-to-Vampires-ku:

Don't become smitten
with young maids you have bitten;
there's too much at stake.

 

 

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The ecdysiast
that men find the teasiest,
un-zips easiest.

 

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Thoughts, planted wisely,
blossom in reluctant minds,
when the time is right.
 

 

 

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The white-capped waves reached
out with watery fingers
to capsize the boat.

 

 

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The tears on apples
come from being hurt right
to the very core.

 

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Luscious red peppers
tumble from the store's display
right into my cart

 

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Grandma used to say,
"a house with no back door
has somethin' to hide."

 

 

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 Where depressed gourmands,
can go to end it all?  The
Terminal Diner.

 

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Blistering come-backs
raced through his head, but all he
could say was, "Oh YEAH?!"

 

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Friday nights, a line
forms at the lover's leap ... for
the One O'clock Jump.

 

 

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Near some shallow shoals,
sallow souls in hollow holes
scream at scheming scum.

 

 

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The universe keeps
winking at me ...  as if we
share some cosmic joke.
 

 

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Living on the streets,
he slipped into a dream world
to escape his life.

 

 

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Pulsating rhythms,
Echoing through Central Park,
The joy of bongos.

 

 

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When it's dinner-time
in the cannibal village,
stupid shows up first.

 

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Soft hands on rough stone,
grasping for crevices, will
soon form calluses.

 

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"I 'felt' it was true" ...
has been the rationale for
most of our blunders.

 

 

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tanka haiku:

 

The little boy eyes
me warily.  I can see
his wondering thoughts;
     "Why is that old man using
      two canes and wearing odd shoes?"

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I no longer think
and no longer worry.  I'm
conjuring rainbows.

 

 

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tanka haiku:

We fight our whole lives
to thrive in the world of our
parents, only to

     discover that we're living
     in the world of our children.

 

 

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A nurse hovers o'er
her unresponsive patient.
She must let him go.

 

 

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tanka haiku:

Curious ... Have you
ever seen a mailman that
likes to stamp his feet?

     Is he footing the bill, or
     just pushing the envelope?

 

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She ran down the street,
with tears streaming down her face,
dogs nipping her heels.

 

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Enjoying the shade,
of a leafy maple tree;
ladybugs and me.

 

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Saunter through the woods
leaving all your cares behind
consumed by nature.

 

 

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After the rainstorm,
the park was so lush and green,
he got his youth back.

 

 

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Seldom will you see
a second thought that dances
in the morning breeze.

 

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Sometimes an echo
from a life you left behind,
will catch up to you.

 

 

 

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Moon behind the clouds,
dew forms on the meadow grass,
a whispered, "Goodnight!"

 

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Go out in the world
and fuck it up beautif'lly ...
Go make me nervous.

- Inspired by John Waters' Commencement Address to 2015 Graduates of the Rhode Island School of Design.

 

 

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Bonus Poem:

Ev'ry ripple is profound,
changing oceans, making sound,
Wonder not why you're extant ...
breathing out, you've saved a plant.