Here's this week's heap of haikus:

 

 

tanka haiku:

In Nineteen Eighteen,
World War One was still raging,
King Tut, still unknown,
Band-aids, Penicillin and
'Radio', all yet to come.

(Putting my mom's birthday in perspective.  She would have been 98 on August 8th.)

 

 

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Our own impact can't
be known to us. For we've touched
lives and don't know it.

 

 

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Remember, when you're
tall in the saddle, your feet
are not on the ground.

 

 

 

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 I sometimes wonder,
is it still flying a kite,
if I let it go?

 

 

 

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double haiku:

 

Two ballet dancers
arch their backs and reach their arms
up to the heavens.
 

A plea to God to
understand the suffering
in this mortal realm.

 

 

 

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Infantilize you ...?
Be my, be my baby now
Oh come on, grow up!

 

 

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Orchid on her wrist,
She twirls in her flouncy skirt,
The belle of the ball.

 

 

 

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Despite the road maps,
Cluttering up the front seat,
Where are we? Don't know.

 

 

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Shhh!  Look over there,
nibbling on the bramble,
a doe and her fawn.

 

 

 

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He expects to learn,
through obtuse introspection ...

 

 ... it will take a while.

 

 

 

 

 

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They scrawl on postcards,
"Miss you. I wish you were here!"
Tourists plagiarize.

 

 

 

 

 

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tanka haiku:

 

Ah, Domestic bliss!
She relaxes while he cooks,
they discuss the news.

And later, after dessert ...
they will sleep contentedly.

 

 

 

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tanka haiku:

 

All the old worries
have been resurrected by
my return to earth.

while souls in heaven's hammocks
enjoy eternal slumber.

 

 

 

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Our ends should come as
a complete surprise ... as if
an interruption.

 

 

 

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No new gnat knows naught
Nifty Northern gnats gnaw nuts.
neither, numbs knightly gnus ...

 

 

 

 

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While the daylight shines,
many lives are not like me,
darkness unites us.

 

 

 

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Baby genius drools
stupid parents wipe her mouth
Evolution! HA!

 

 

 

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You can not tell Time.
Time is such a know-it-all ...
Time and Space are jerks.

 

 

 

 

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We will perservere.
We'll wake again tomorrow
and tend our gardens.

 

 

 

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Two old women walk
on a foggy esplanade ...
head scarves and hand bags
 
   disappear into the mist
   and quite soon, they do as well.

 

 

 

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While he was coping,
dealing with all of his pain
the world slipped by him.

 

 

 

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A sheer cotton dress
flutters around her body
with each gust of wind.

 

 

 

 

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As humidity
rises, timidity falls,
she wears less and less.

 

 

 

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Mother's charm bracelet,
clanged against the banister,
as she climbed the stairs.

 

 

 

 

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Pancakes for dinner ...
because I'm an adult and
I'll do what I want.

 

 

 

 

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Why-does-a-chicken-ku:

 

Psychic helps chickens
to get to the other side;
Is that Poultry-geist?

 

 

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Having conquered fear,
my soul is now free to seek
out better angels.

 

 

 

 

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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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They were on a lark,
when they met an old school mate
living on the street.

 

 

 

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The scent of jasmine
scatters as the door is slammed
and she rushes out.
 

 

 

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Few shall ever know
private failures we endure ...
unless we succeed.

 

 

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

 

 

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A leaf-less tree frames
a lonely farm-house in the
middle of nowhere.
 

 

 

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There is a structure
to all things, and a context
to fence it all in.
 

 

 

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I feel so alone.
I watch the tide come in and
think of yesterday.

 

 

 

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The deepening blue
gently quiets golden waves.
Nightfall approaches.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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