Here's this week's heap of haikus:




Through each tortured night,
he tossed and turned in bed, then
dreamt of his ex-wives.


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


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Tending your garden,
know that zinnias will thrive
where fuschias wither.


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She’s tilting forward ...
(‘cuz she’s wearing 6 inch heels.)
Precarious Chic.

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Turn-of-the-century-ku:

Crank the Victrola,
clear away the rugs and give
the maid the night off!

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An eager puppy,
wags his tail, strains at his leash,
makes many new friends!
 

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Juneteenth; In those days,
news was slow to arrive. This
news should have had wings.

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There is always hope;
even admitting the worst,
you could still be wrong.
 

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Mother's feeling Blue.
Father's feeling Violet ...
(Behind the woodshed.)

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Memorized poems
hide inside our heads and wait ...
to re-inspire.


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She wore gingham and
polka dot dresses, which made
her seem cartoon-ish.


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Eating blackberries
on a Summer’s afternoon
makes me feel care-free.
 


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Here is a lesson
to be learned and not forgot;
While music plays, dance.
 

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tanka haiku: With a glass of milk,
juice and toast, cereal makes
a balanced breakfast.

Good to know if you have got
Vertigo and crave corn flakes.

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Her world’s no larger
than the width of her bed and
the depth of her dreams.
 

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

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Japanese maples
rustle noiselessly outside
while her mother sleeps.

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Our hearts are widest
when we put aside our thoughts
and let ourselves feel.
 

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Sometimes in my dreams,
I meet you in Times Square and
we are “us” again.

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tanka haiku:

Summer days of youth,
running through fields, resting ‘neath
the shade of an oak.

Then riding bikes to the park,
and playing 'ball 'til supper.

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In you, I see me.
Our thoughts are clearly in sync.
And that makes me grin.
 

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My heart belongs to
you, my sweet, and no-one else.
Hand me the remote.
 

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The pre-war building
stood in stark contrast to the
post-war skyscrapers.
 

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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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In musty attics,
boxes of old photographs
are home to our ghosts.
 

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Who have you steadied?
Whose heart have you opened?  Whose
dreams have you unleashed?
 

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I appreciate
the glorious feel of this
late Spring afternoon.

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

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Reading comic books
and playing travel bingo
got them to Grandma’s …
 

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Sitting quietly,
pondering vissicitudes,
sure works up a thirst!
 

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tanka haiku:

Call me crazy, but
I shouldn’t feel so lost and
all alone in Life.

I know.  I’m not alone … nor
lost, but tell my feelings that.


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1950′s-ku:

Being grown-up meant
a clean, folded handkerchief
in your breast pocket.


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My Little League team
was sponsored by a pie shop,
which loved the rhubarbs.


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She laughed wickedly.
Such a chill went up his spine,
that he sneezed ice cubes.



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On a shady lane,
there lived a lonely girl that
dreamed of love fulfilled.
 

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A wellspring of joy,
lies within each of our hearts,
waiting to be tapped.
 

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Like sails on schooners,
the bed sheets billowed, while pinned
to mom’s old clothesline.
 

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 If you have a job
with no time parameters,
you must be shiftless.
 
 

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

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Dee’s calico cat
has all sorts of adventures
while Dee is at work.
 

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When you search for God,
don’t forget to close your eyes,
He hides in our hearts.

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