Here's this week's heap of haikus:


 

 

Do not obsess on
the follies of youth, but how
you overcame them.

 

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"Call me Istanbul ..."
because Constantinople
is a real mouthful.

 

 

 

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Many lives touch ours,
some merely pass close enough
to have an effect.

(Yvonne Choteau - RIP)

 

 

 

 

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Moon behind the clouds,
dew forms on the meadow grass
a gentle wind blows.


 

 

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No-one ever knows
private failures we've endured,
unless we succeed.
 
 


 

 

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Hoping for the best,
but expecting the worst, gets
you a bit of both

(The theme song to "The Twelve Chairs" by Mel Brooks)
 

 

 

 

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Fine fettles of fish,
fancily filleted, fed five.
Flounders feast filling.

 

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 tanka haiku: 
 

Bittersweet choc'late ...
then morose maple syrup,
where does it all end?
 
   With comatose caramels?
  The Domino (Sugar) theory.

 

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The worker began
rummaging through his tool-box,
looking for pliers.
 

 

 


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tanka haiku:

A marionette,
still dangles from the door-jam,
no longer dancing.
  
   His room remains as it was,
   His mom still goes there to cry.

 

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 As you get older,
perspectives change; trivial
matters fall away.
 


 

 

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Being unemployed
will lighten your wallet and
darken your outlook.

 

 

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Flying by the seat
of one's pants sounds like fun, but
when landing, heads up!


 

 

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Raising awareness?
Grand Finale or Grand Mal?
Seems like a bad choice.
 

 

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 Why climb up a tree?
To brag to all of your friends,
'I'm higher than you!'


 

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She was of good faith
and did all the right things, but
still, she felt empty.



 

 

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Minimize your pains,
and maximize your blessings,
and keep marching on.
 
 

 

 

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Opening new doors
will oftentimes take more than
a handful of keys.

 

 

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I sing to the Lord ...
because, at this point, He is
sick of me shouting.

 

 

 

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I need to hear you,
as I draw my last breath, tell
me that I was loved.



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Formerly treasured
knick-knacks in the garbage can?
The whim of 'the wife.'
 

 

 


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Geese, dogs and seagulls,
seldom think beyond right now,
Man does nothing but.
 


 

 

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Where is happiness?
In the hearts we make glad, and
the souls we comfort.


 

 

 

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Brightly colored flags
flapped happily in the breeze;
quite a stirring sight!
 
 

 

 

 




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Then his blushing bride
ripped off her clothes and whispered,
"Wanna consummate?"

 

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And so, moving on,
he gave up all his comforts,
to find a new path.


 

 

 

 


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Weary troubadour,
guitar slung across his back,
Hitch-hikes cross-country.


 

 

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Two minute warning,
it's first down and goal to go.
Don't fumble the ball.
 
 

 

 

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tanka haiku:

 

Sirens start screaming
in the middle of the night,
causing dogs to bark.
 
   Then, the neighbor's lights go on.
   ... I drove through their shrubs, okay?
 


 

 
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I can not tell you
how deep's the ache in my soul ...
but, thank God, you know.
 


 

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There will be more snow
and much cold will chill you, but ...
April come she will.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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tanka haiku


 We should live our lives
as if we were near-sighted;
Don't focus too much
   
    on small things up close, and
    keep it blurred 'round the edges.



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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