Here's this week's heap of haikus: 

Flowery bouquets,
made the room seem less dreary.
and soaked up her tears.


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There’s a twilight time
between dusk and eve’ning that
nurtures reflection.
 

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Double haiku:

My world has shifted.
I'm now, sadly, no-one’s son.
Who will hold me now?
 

And so, another
Mothers' Day will go by with
only memories..
 

(Happy Mothers' Day this Sunday to all you mothers out there!)

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Through fields of flowers
this iron engine still rolls;
attractive tractor.

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Loose litter swirling
through the canyons of midtown;
Urban tumbleweeds.

 
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The sign was quite clear:
"Don't Park Horses Here"  So I
tethered my Buick.


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Reluctant Winter
took its time to arrive, and
now delays Spring blooms.
 

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The shape of her feet
were somewhat unusual;
(They point East and West.)


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Against cloud-less skies,
tractor-trains of children ride
through flags of flowers
 

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Even a black crow
can not fight the urge to stop
and smell the flowers.

 

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double haiku:

I have a doc named
Jesse. He's seventy-six.
Which seems odd to me.
 

It's not that he's old,

it's just that his name makes me

think he's much younger.

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‘midst purple flowers,
a hummingbird suspended
in mid-air … awesome.
 
 

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Things I saw today;
2 year olds wearing hoodies,
old men without canes.
 
 

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Squirming, squealing kids,
make life a living … heaven.
Don’t they? Sure, moms know …
 

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He grabbed the railing
when his cane hit a wet spot;
he'd started to fall.
 

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Caught in the downpour
without an umbrella, he
stepped in a puddle.
 
 

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A tangerine sky,
clouds that haunt the horizon,
lure me towards night.
 

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tanka haiku: Those that can not deal
with their friend’s adversities,
fear their own weakness.

    But smooth sailing weakens sailors
    while stormy weather breeds strength.


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double haiku:

Where are we going?
What direction will we head?
Will we stop for snacks?
 
 
I can’t believe it.
Are we there yet? You’re Kidding.
We haven’t left yet.
 

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


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A humid morning.
Across the street, some workers
sip coffee and smoke.
 
 

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Scampering puppies,
can’t get traction on wet grass.
Bunnies hop away.


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His hum-drum life had
hum-drum relationships and
even hum-drum drums.

 

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I knock. No-one’s home.
I post a note on the door;
‘Sorry ’bout your tree.’

 

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He had tried so hard
to always do what was right,
there was nothing left.
 

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At the Dew Drop Inn,
the dude dropped out; then logged in,
but he soon passed out.


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Deep in the forest,
patches of stippled sunlight,
warm a leaf-strewn trail.
 
 
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When he needed help,
he knew who to call, and who
didn’t want to know.
 

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Any given day,
swirling leaves will seem confused
by the winds of change.
 
 

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

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Their Pre-War building
stands in stark contrast to the
soul-less skyscrapers.
 
 

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A ladybug clings
to my sleeve.  I take her to
visit my garden.

 

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Stripped of their colors,
flowers seem like structural
wonders of nature

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Quote of the Day:

"When we long for life without difficulties, remind us that oaks grow
strong in contrary winds and diamonds are made under pressure."
 

- Scottish clergyman P. Marshall - 1902-1949

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 ( From the 2012 Best Medicine Night of Comedy event. )