Here's this week's heap of haikus:

 

 

double haiku:

'midst the brown marsh grass,
an old wooden dock waits for
its boat to return.

low clouds fill the sky,
all journeys begin with hope
wood wharf seeks closure.

 

(Photo courtesy of Ramona Grigg.)

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

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Maples, elms and oaks
burst with yellow, red and orange;
the forest ablaze!

 

(Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

 

 

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As the earth prepares
to take its winter snooze, the
foliage blushes.

 

(Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

 

 

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And now, it's time for: "You-do-the-haiku"

 

 

 

(Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

 

(Submit your haiku for this photo in the comments section)

 

 

 

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Slicing 'cross the beach,
Snow fences anticipate
Winter's invasion.

(Photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo)

 

 

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Quietly, the dusk
soothes the ocean waters and
calms the day for night.

 

 

(Photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo)

 

 

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Waving our goodbyes
we climb into the car and
begin our trip home.

 

(Photo courtesy Ramona Grigg)

 

 

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Then he remembered;
marsh grass reminded him of
Donald Trump's hair plugs.

(Photo courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

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haiku quartet:

Tennessee Whiskey
smoothly trickles down my throat,
savor the swallow.

Backwoods honky-tonk,
Woman in a short blue dress,
watches me get drunk.

I get up to leave
she gets up to see me go
in that short blue dress.

Sittin' in my armchair
thinkin' 'bout that short blue dress ...
I go back for more.

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

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haiku trio:

You must admit that
sometimes the questions are so
much funnier than

any answers you
could come up with, you should just
quit while you're ahead.

So it goes like this:
Question: ... (Pause) (Pause) (Pause) (Slow Smile.)
(Arch your eyebrow.) (Done.)

 

 

 

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Overheard at a
sidewalk cafe; "I hate her,
she's so full of snot."

(Actual verbatim dialog heard by me this morning.)

 

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Misunderstanding ...
One of the key elements
of all comedy.

 

 

 

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Ball players grow up
now the weathered backboard, bends
down to help new kids.

 

(Photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo)

 

 

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in her negligee,
she lingers for a moment,
then invites me in.

 

sounds of saxophones
drifting from the phonograph
melt my resistance.

( Thanks to Adolph Sax,
we have a lot of great sax
on television. )

(Happy 201st would-have-been birthday to Adolph Sax, who invented the ... Saxophone.)

(Harlem Nocturne performed by the Illinois Jacquet Sextet)

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She was 23,
he was 27. In
4 weeks, the world changed.

 

 

 

(Nov. 8, 1941 - 74 years ago ... My parents on their wedding day.)

 

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

 

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

 

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Through the years, styles change,
Skirts are long, skirts are short, but
people stay the same.

 

 

 

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

 

 

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

 

Saturday mornings
I'd rush to the bakery
to smell the fresh bread.

 

 

 

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November 11th is Veterans' Day.   Remember those who served.


 

 

 

 

 

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