Here's this week's heap of haikus:

 

 

I often wonder
what cows in fields must think when
men on bikes ride by.

 

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Elements of style,
Hallmarks of erudition ...
Shut up, already.

 

 

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I feel quite blessed for
I am easily happy-ed
and slow to sadden.

 

 

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riddle-ku:

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

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

 

 

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

 

 

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

 

(My maternal grandmother about 1917)
 

 

 

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

 

 

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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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At the Hootenanny,
he fell in love with Mary,
sans Peter and Paul.

 

 

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Debating a duck
ain't easy; it depends what
topic's on the bill.

 

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Crushing a spirit
through humiliation is
what breeds most evil.
 

 

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Nut-so or Schizo,
it strains at the wits so,
I use Ju-jitso.

 

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double haiku:

Riding the porch swing,
we kiss while listening for
your father's footsteps.

The moonlight creates
shadows which tease my desire
your allure is pure.

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Fitful nights will pass.
Sleep will overtake sadness.
A new day will dawn.

 

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A sliver of moon,
slicing through the clouds, restless
shadows roam the fields.

 

 

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He felt bottled up
by Scottish fashion designs ...
"Take heed, it kilt me."

 

 

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tanka haiku:

 

Men of La Mancha
spend most days just straightening
the tilted windmills.

A knight in Gail will sing at dawn
following romantic 'dreams'.

 

 

 

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Regrets percolate
under calm demeanors and
drip grounds for divorce.

 

 

 

 

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She'd prove, she said, her
state of emergency ... by
hardly emerging.

 

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To remember love
is to journey through the soul
and restore the heart.
 

 

 

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It was a new look
for the British embassy ...
and a lot more fun!

 

(Photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo)

 

 

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Architecture that
inspired awe surrounded us,
and we tore it down.

 

(The old Penn Station, 1936. Photo by Berenice Abbott.)

 

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An over-dose of
an antidote, will become
a poison itself.
 

 

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On the road of Life,
focus on what drives your heart,
not the radio.

 

 

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... and Hope shall lead them,
it shines through darkness ... besides,
who else knows the way?

 

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South wind, cloudy sky
the ever-present mountain
never once asks why.

Katsushika Hokusai (Japanese, 1760–1849) | Red Fuji

 

 

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tanka haiku:

Alas, we live in
a linear existence;
the Past is prologue.

    But that is only because
    we are walking in circles

 

 

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The setting sun sinks
into the ocean, stealing
all light from the sky.

 

 

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double haiku:

 

I advocate but
I do not insist.  All hearts
will change when ready.

The flag that I plant
is but a marker, that says,
seeds were buried here.

 

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Idyllic dream-scapes;
lush, green mountains still surround
the Hudson River.

(Painting by John Frederick Kensett (American, 1816–1872) | Hudson River Scene )

 

 

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Set wide the window
and let me drink in the day
for I'm feeling parched.

(from an Edith Wharton quote ... more or less.)  

 

 

 

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