Here's this week's heap of haikus:

As autumn leaves fall,
we must prepare for winter,
and dream of next spring.


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Simply looking back ...
Well, Honestly, what's the point,
if you can't re-write?


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My friend David wrote:

Even though I watched,
the pot of water boiled.
Why'd they have to lie?

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My respond-ku:

Life may not be fair
nor axioms accurate ...
Pizza still tastes good.


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My friend David wrote:


Hiding from G*d is
*NOT* a game that's ever won.
Yet, people still try.


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My respond-ku:


G*d is really smart,
and hides where some would never
look; within themselves.


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Snow slips off tree limbs,
as the temper'ture rises.
Beauty turns to slush.


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Leaves cover the tracks,
locomotives used to chug
through our little town.


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One mortal body
and one immortal soul merge;
Grab your pants, let's go!


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From a lack of sleep,
I can sometimes forget stuff ...
... What was I writing?


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Lonely blue highways,
asphalts to infinity ...
Life continues on.


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Too many raindrops,
fell on her geraniums,
now they look depressed.



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The edge of a cliff,
hanging by my fingernails.
Damned manicure ... Aaaarrggghhhh


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off in a corner,
sits a quiet little girl,
who dreams of horses.



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What he missed the most,
was her passionate embrace;
it reassured him.



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A small hummingbird
fleetingly floating near the
flowers on my porch.


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The streets of this town
may not be paved with gold, but
they get where they're going ...


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The trees in my yard
are reluctant as children
to let Summer go.


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I carve spindles on
a swiftly turning lathe to
make new bannisters.


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A striding lion
has no doubts about purpose.
Give a roar and stride.



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What night ships do you
sail upon? What adventures
find you in your dreams?


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All the world's problems
Are completely forgotten,
whenever I think.


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In late September,
night-time temps fall. I bang on
the radiator.


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One of Life's perks is,
no matter how you slice it,
Coffee must be ground.


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Apologies to Rodgers and Hart-ku:

There's a small hotel
with a wishing well, I wish ...
room service would come.


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Smiling through the night?
laughing through the live-long day?
Anti-depressants.


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Sad when Summer ends,
and the school year starts anew ...
said no mom ever.


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Mother Nature sends
an eviction notice and
the foliage leaves.


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Clouds surround mountains,
evergreens anchor the slopes,
temple bells echo.

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Oxy mora wrote this:

I don't like downers

except in a pillow, crap,

the dumb thing's depressed.

My respond-ku:

What did JFK
tell Bobby about the Blonde?
"The dumb thing's depressed."

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