Here's this week's heap of haikus:
 

Today-in-NYC-ku:



Delicately placed
atop a four-ton dumpster;
a styrofoam cup.


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Old NYC-ku:

The man on the right
is rushing to McSorley's
for a pint of ale.

(Cooper Square - 1899 looking North)
 

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tanka haiku: We're eyewitnesses
to an extr'ordinary
parade of events.

As embedded reporters,
we share our 'news' with others.


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Sometime in your Life,
you've fascinated someone ...
other than your mom.

 

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


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The blaze of Autumn
has begun to wither and
gnarly winter bloom.



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He once walked two miles
through the wind and pouring rain
just to hear her laugh.


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hanging limply from
an overhead pipe; one sad,
deflated balloon.


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As a precaution,
I wrap my arms around her,
then share the sad news.

 

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Two glasses sit on
an old oak table, emptied
of kumquat liqueur.


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Take a chance, today.
Put your fears aside and LEAP
into the unknown.

 

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The clouds in the sky
slowly drift by. Lazily,
I sit and watch them.

 

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He's considered dull,
just muddling through Life, yet
his heart slays dragons.



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A moonlit whisper,
two lovers in silhouette;
urgent affection.
 

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


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 Van Gogh said they are
olive trees ... They look more like
broccoli to me.




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In Grandma's parlor,
quiet domesticity ...
and a sleeping cat.



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


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T'was way too early,
to come to a conclusion,
so, he simply guessed.


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


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 Armistice Day-ku:

On the eleventh
Month, day and hour - at long last,
the guns fell silent.

(Pictured: The Spondyville mascot, Stiffy the Snowspondy, visiting the Anglo-Belgian War Memorial in Brussels a few years back, to pay tribute to all the fallen heroes of WWI.)

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Why-does-a-chicken-ku:

Psychics help chickens
to get to the other side.
Spooky Poultry-geists?



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Pasta-ku: Mom threw confetti;
her children were ready to
eat their spaghetti.


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His independence
did not preclude reliance
on friends and fam'ly.


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The world does not need
improving. It is perfect.
How we hold it? Oy.


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