Here's this week's heap of haikus:



 

There are times when no
words will suffice, we just need
to look at flowers.

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Stocking one's larder
is getting harder.  Prices
from Grocers, grosser.

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It's one-zies, two-zies,
then twenty-three skiddoo-zies,
I'm all in for you.



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Eager little boys
who dream of adventures will
keep climbing fences.

(Photo circa 1952 - A young MrSmith1 climbing over the fence.)

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Come Winter, most trees
are merely shelves for snowflakes,
biding time till Spring.


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His hopes had been dashed,
his dreams all surrendered … The
tide pulls at his feet.



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Where-ever I roam
I keep the thought in my head,
that I might see you.



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Minds that only yearn,
Never taste the fruit of life,
Merely chew the rind.


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Of a sanguine mind,
he always disagreed with
the cynical blokes …

 

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 A clumsy lover
is often the most sincere;
be gentle with us.


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On the bus ride home,
he reached into his pocket,
and found her love note.




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He rubs his fingers
over a long healed scar and
reflects on close calls.


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Are you a misfit
and conspire to rebel?
Get in line, my friend.


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We’re not defined by
what we have lost, but by what
we do with what’s left.



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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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Icy sidewalks dare
my hip replacement; take a
walk on the wild side.



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On his empty bed,
sits a present, wrapped, but left
out of his suitcase.


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Remembrance of childhood-ku:

Hiding on the stairs,
we watched in awe (and glee) as
Santa ate cookies.


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He trudged through the snow,
to get back home while it was
still Christmas morning.

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Double haiku:

I think she enjoyed
being silly the most when
he was serious.

She put pink socks on
her fingers and wiggled them.
He still didn't laugh.


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Bayberry candles
flicker in the windowsill.
Thoughts turn to Christmas.


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December morning,
I stroll through an alleyway
between two churches.


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Hidden in the creche;
a marble he'd stolen from
his little brother.


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the-vicious-cycle-ku:

Wishing for Santa.
Feeling disappointed ... again.
Wishing for Santa.


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how-cold-was-it-ku:

So ... how cold was it?
It was so cold, hot chowder
was sold on a stick.

It was so cold that
when I spilled my coffee, it
didn't splash, it cracked.

It was so cold that
the polar bears were wearing
penguins as mittens.


It was so cold that
even the big snowdrifts were
sitting by the fire.



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tanka haiku: On a corner lot,
a two-story brick building
is all that remains.

Glories of another time,
too soon reduced to rubble.
 

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On a cold, clear morn,
a church in the distance is
framed by the bare trees.



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I remain in awe
of the lives that have touched mine;
each brought a lesson.
 

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Though I meander
through lush fields and forests, I
still find my way home.


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Suddenly, footsteps!
A shadow in the doorway!
Then ... a match is struck!

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Immortal souls that
live in mortal bodies ... That's
one of God's jokes, right?


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When you walk through a
storm, hold your head up high ... The
rain will look like tears.
 
 

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 At last, he was home.
Hurling an embrace, he swept
his wife off her feet.


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A journey of joy,
may travel through darkness, but
in the end, shine bright.
 

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Serious people
should go out of their way to
validate whimsy.


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 The falling snow was
barely perceptible, yet
his knit scarf got soaked.
 

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Stashed behind the soups
in her kitchen pantry was
the choc’late cake mix.


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The train ‘clacks’ along.
I stare out the window as
lush meadows rush by.


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Waiting by the door,
a shy young girl fidgets with
a yellow wrist-band.
 

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Those being drenched may
not always feel as if they
are blessed by the storm.


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A wastebasket filled
with crumpled papers marks a
good writer's progress.
 

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A couple cuddles
outside of the Guggenheim,
then hails a taxi.


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Half opened window …
A world on each side … Do you
look in or stare out?
 


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 In spite of the cold,
a bird sits in a tree and
sings a song of Spring.
 

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I yearn for Spring, when
lilacs in the front yard bloom
and eager hearts melt.




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In dense morning fog,
the field beyond seems painted
with watercolors.

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This Sunday is my
birthday … One more year gone by.
Where’s my slice of cake?


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Bonus material:  This week, it's the return of the holiday classics,

First, "Christmas with the Condiments"



http://dagblog.com/arts/christmas-condiments-holiday-classic-returns-17918


and of course,

"Christmas in Spondyville" ...

And, who could forget ...

"It's a Wonderful Snowspondy"...

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And finally, some Xmas Swing - One of my faves;
Duke Ellington's version of The Nutcracker Suite. 

This cut is; Sugar Rum Cherry (Dance of the Sugar-Plum Fairy)  

You can find each cut of this album posted separately on Youtube

It's well worth the listen.