Here's this week's heap of haikus:

Double tanka haiku:

Social Studies class;
the Principal came in, took
the teacher aside.

They spoke for a moment, then
the class was told what happened.

Assassination;
the President was dead and
we'd go home early.

'mldst confusion and sorrow,
I thought about Vaughn Meader.

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Rain-splattered windshield.
mono-chromatic Seurat;
dappled drops on glass.

 

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There are mysteries
which may never be solved; their
answers lost in time.

(Found in a box of family photos, this ancestor of mine may remain forever unknown, as all the people who might have been able to identify him have passed away.)

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When do hab a code
dere isn't much do tan do
'cept sniffle and sneeze.


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Do not expect an
elephant to understand
a hummingbird's fears.


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Flying through the air
should be avoided by both
dentures and toupees.


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Alone at Midnight,
I walk through old neighborhoods,
Searching for past lives.


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A gigg’ling toddler,
plays ‘soccer’ on the sidewalk,
with his patient dad.


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Hidden 'neath his bed,
is a shirt that she once wore,
And still does ( in dreams. )


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Windows to our souls,
eyes may behold the world, but
minds create vision.


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tanka haiku:

All one ever knows,
Is what they’ve experienced,
Or taken on faith.

  But, like silt in riverbeds,
  Both can muddy the water.


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In a wooden box,
hidden in her portmanteau,
Was poor Portman’s toe.


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tanka haiku:

Yes, you know my heart,
For we are kindred spirits,
Walking the same path.

  But stay wary, my friend, for
  Paths, like lover’s hearts, may turn.



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at the girl's front door,
he stammers and hesitates ...
... then begs for a kiss.



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The theater went dark;
then flickering images,
danced upon the screen.



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Without warning, two
Trucks collide near the corner,
Police cars converge.


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When-I-was-a-kid-ku:

Saturday mornings
I rushed to the bakery
to smell the fresh bread.


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When you call your love,
Do not buzz nor beckon them ...
sweetly sing their name.



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In a hiding place,
behind some old wainscoting;
Grandma's diary.


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Won't you dance with me?
Come on, we'll shake the rafters
with joyful movements


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A pile of raked leaves
in my front yard. Should we jump?
What kid can resist?



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In a small garden,
asters wait patiently for
roses to be picked.



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Comes the debacle,
will you hunker down, flee or
stand and be counted?


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Billowing sails and
angry, white-capped waves belied
pink skies at ebb tide.


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About nursing homes;
Aren't the residents too old,
not to have been weaned?


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When you're feeling lost,
be brave, but don't hesitate
to ask for some help.


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As the years went by,
he could not forget her eyes;
they saw to his soul.


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A fashion mash-up:
Paisleys, polka dots, Stripes, plaids
and some argyle socks.


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In their living room,
a conversation started
in jest, ends sadly.


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Lazy sunlight drifts,
through the parted lace curtains,
of the drawing room.


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In a quiet room.
a book lies open on a
mahogany desk.


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Mournful elegies
echoed through the cathedral ...
loved ones laid to rest.


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