Here's this week's heap of haikus:

  The Easter Bunny
  scared her so much, she went to
  church without a peep.

  (My sister and the Easter Bunny circa 1949.)


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 tanka haiku: There is a sad fear
 that's buried deep in our hearts;
 that no love will last.

   So we pray that Time's not cruel
   and good memories won't fade.
 

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  Things appear better.
  it may be just illusion,
  but I'm buying it.

 

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  Tanka haiku:

  For long term illness,
  Life on a biologic,
  Is no miracle.

   It's a reminder of what
   might have been ... and that's enough.


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  Hiding in the field,
  he overheard ev'rything ...
  then figured things out.


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

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  Dogwoods are in bloom
  around the traffic circle,
  bumper to blossom.

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  Easter massacre!
  A headless choc'late bunny
  lies amidst his peeps!

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  Hanging at Starbucks ...
  The Algonquin Roundtable ...
  Compare and contrast.

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   We all have struggles,
  but is pain your burden ... or
  what gives you purpose?


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  Goth gals with pierced cheeks
  wander through the East Village
  'making a statement.'

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  An island sunset,
  the sky aglow with passion ...
  Why aren't you with me?

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  tanka haiku:
 
  Standing on the beach,
  looking at the ocean, I
  ponder Life's journey.

   What makes me laugh, is to think
   that seagulls do the same thing.
 
 
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  Too many wind chimes,
  not enough jello shots; the
  story of her life.
 
 
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  He framed her photo
  in the hope that her spirit
  would never leave him.

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  In the darkest night,
  there remains an ember which
  will re-light the dawn.
 
 
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  A sliver of moon,
  slicing through the clouds, restless
  shadows roam the fields.
 

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  I remain in awe
  of the lives that have touched mine;
  each brought a lesson.
 
 
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  It does not add up,
  that the way to multiply,
  is through division.
 
 
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  Her deepest regret,
  was that she'd let him go ... and
  now he won't come back.
 
 
 
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  A garden pathway,
  lined with purple violets,
  absorbs all sadness.
 
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  The weekend hunter,
  tripped on a pine cone. Even
  the dog rolled his eyes.
 
 
 
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  He was mesmerized,
  not by her beauty, but by
  how sweetly she laughed.
 
 
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  Ah, yellow daisies ...
  even weeping willows will
  smile when they appear.
 
 
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  Cherry blossoms bloom
  along the Potomac as
  scoundrels lie with thieves.
 
 
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  As Spring emerges,
  crocuses and daffodils
  greet me while I stroll.
 
 
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  As I go about
  my day, I seek out flowers
  for I crave their joy.

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  Inside my small world
  are infinite galaxies
  for me to explore.
 
 

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  When you're feeling lost,
  be brave and don't hesitate,
  in asking for help.

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  How does one handle,
  all the pain and suffering?
  Focus on others.

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  Nervously, he waits,
  then hears his cue, and enters,
  'Hail Prince!' (sans trousers.)
 

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  tanka haiku:

  I confess; I wore
  paisley ascots, bell-bottoms
  and nehru jackets.

    But it was the Sixties, man.
    We were all a bit crazy.
 

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  The billowing sails,
  The churning, white-capped waters,
   grey skies at ebb tide.


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  She blinked, he winked ... then,
  He waited ... she fainted ... then,
  They shared a good laugh.
 

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  Sprawled on an ice floe,
  you tend to forget that you're
  heading for the falls.

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  All the king's horses,
  And all the king's men, liked their
  egg over easy.
 

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  Once again he tried
  running around the backyard ...
  but the kite won't fly.
 

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  In Life, know two things;
  The dog will keep barking, and
  the train's movin' on.

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  A remote forest,
  where towering trees shelter,
  delicate flowers.
 

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  Moon behind the clouds,
  fields aglow in bluish light,
  predators still prowl.

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