Here's this week's heap of haikus:

 

 

Wear a morning coat
of paint in afternoon light
while it's evening.

 

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I ride an old paint,
I lead an old Dan, but I'd
Rather not, y'know ...

 

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riddle-ku:

Why is a cat like
a burning monk? 'Cuz neither's
putting itself out.

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tanka haiku:

 

Grandpa used to say:
troubles are like guitar strings;
you pick and play them.

(Grandpa was not real good at
making up analogies.)

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Lunch with an old friend;
laughter at shared history,
tears for tomorrow.

 

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Double haiku:

 

In a sleepy town,
off the beaten path, lived a
man who knew nothing.

He was fed by cows,
carried by horses and was
worshiped by his dogs.

 

 

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Note to Gamblers: If
you can't bluff without laughing,
Joker, don't poker.

 

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haiku triplet:  

Another shooting.
Still more lives lost, more wounded.
Still too many guns.

Too many shooters
that should never own a gun,
can still get a gun.

Stop protecting the
guilty by hiding them 'midst
all the innocent.

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Life's overwhelming
Ev'rywhere I turn, brings pain,
I'm feeling helpless

 

 

 

 

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Imagine that you
invent an instrument but
never hear it play.

 

 

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It is Summertime.
The livin's easy and the
fishin' is sublime.

(My mom in the mid-1930's)

 

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If he Kandinsky,
why can't he dance-ski? I don't
know, I'm just askin'.

 

 

 

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Sitting on her porch
on a Summer's afternoon,
she feels a cool breeze.

 

(My maternal grandmother about 1917)
 

 

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Many young girls are
embarrassed by brothers who
can't keep their pants up.

(My dad and his older sister about 1918.)

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A summer day,  young
girl and a picnic table
will make a man yearn.

( My mom around 1940-41.)

 

 

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To avoid sunstroke,
she hid herself under some
very big-leafed plants.

(My mom from around 1924)

 

 

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a lady bug might
fall into a manhole, but
flies will zip right up.
 

 

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Ride through my garden,
park beneath the sycamore,
let me pluck your spokes.

 

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Beauty is fleeting,
like Cinderella rushing
back home at midnight.

 

 

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Married for ten years
and never an argument ...
just bitter feelings.

 

 

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I packed my swimsuit,
but we must carve a mountain ...
hope someone brought knives.

 

 

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Secret to success?
It's very simple really ...
showing up again.

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A Novocaine dream
will often have one sub-text;
Never trust Dentists.

 

 

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That was the weird thing;
it could ALL be really dumb,
Republicans don't care.

 

 

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She has a point, though
he was loathe to admit it.
He hated losing.

 
 

 

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Smokey the bear says:
"A burning forest won't be
putting itself out."
 

 

 

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Friendships may not last,
People grow apart, and then,
a hand is withdrawn.

 

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If 'er don't like it,
the match, she won't strike it,
smoke 'em ... then poke 'em.

 

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Many a forest
will offer stumps to sit on
while you play your flute.

 

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If you tug a thread,
keep in mind that the sweater
just might unravel.

 

 

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 Clumps of tourists gawk,
in the middle of Times Square
The neon dazzles.

 

 

 

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When she walked away,
I brought my hands to my face,
to hold in my dreams.

 

 

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She sneezed her dress off
Which caused quite a kerfuffle
in the Vatican.
 

 

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double haiku:

 

An Irish Setter,
gallops through Riverside Park,
greeting each toddler.

His owner just laughs,
reassuring scared nannys,
the dog is friendly.

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Each day, he walked through
his garden and picked a rose
to place on her grave.

 

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When you have learned to
accept what you can not change;
what can't change, just might.

 

 

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As I fall asleep,
lingering memories drift
through my consciousness

 

 

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As our lives go on,
our hardships may increase, so we
make bargains with God.

 

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I am a student
and always will be. My school
is all around me.

 

 

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That Summer, he took
a break from kindergarten
to pilot a boat.

(5 and 1/2 year old me "piloting" a boat on Long Island Sound.)

 

 

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I feel so alone.
I watch the tide come in and
think of yesterday.

 

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The deepening blue
gently quiets golden waves.  
Nightfall approaches.

 

 

 

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tanka haiku:
 
Small dogs are barking,
the TV in the bedroom
says the market's up.

   The sun has still not risen
   as we are saving daylight.

 

 

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once upon a time-ku:

 

Being adult meant
a clean, folded handkerchief
in your breast pocket.

 

 

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Double haiku:

 
My walk tired me,
I rested under a tree,
my thoughts wandering.
 
Alas, wandering
thoughts seldom sleep. In fact. they,
often run ahead.

 

 

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I've been a little busy the past couple of days, so this heap feels a bit smaller than usual.  I will try adding some more haikus to it over the weekend. 

 

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