Here's this week's heap of haikus:

She was curvaceous
in a way that made young men
stutter and stammer.

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Colliding since birth,
the cross-eyed twins decided
to try switching sides.

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His mind was slipping
His thoughts can't seem to grasp hold
of  Life without her.

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Darkness overwhelms,
but then, the morning sunrise
peeks through my window.

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Some flowering quince
brighten up my room, while they
tease my sinuses.

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double haiku:

He sees kids at play
and represses sadness at
not having children.

Sitting in the park,
he looks at ducks and swallows,
wishing he could fly.

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The bark of a willow,
Tough, pliant, yet moist inside ...
The secret of Life.

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As the dusk draws nigh
chickens roost and dogs bark at
approaching shadows.
 

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In a quiet room,
far from all the excitement,
plans were being made.
 

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I'm down on my knees.
Tell me what I want to hear:
How do I get up?

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Troubles never last,
Like cream poured into coffee,
They'll soon swirl away.

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That big old elm tree,
knows all my heartaches and has
heard my confessions.
 

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While she was away,
he would sit in his room and
listen to sad songs.
 

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As we left the church,
Birds began to sing. Angels
whispered, 'Life goes on.'

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The young schoolgirl's crush
waited 'neath the boardwalk with
a cold grape soda.

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Thoughts run through my head,
in-congruent images
chasing after them.

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They both were nervous ...
Its been so long ... Her heart raced.
He HAD to kiss her.

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Insistent rain that
falls on an indiff'rent man
gets him just as wet.

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

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His heart on his sleeve,
led many folks to assume
he always wore shirts.

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When his heart's desire
bitch-slapped his raison d'être,
he felt quite confused.

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In a bawdy boite
patrons cried out in dismay
"Please put it back on!"

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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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 haiku quintet:

I used to enjoy
anonymous wanderings
when on vacation.

I would quietly
explore towns I visited,
as if I lived there.

now, due to age and
chronic illness, I can not
blend into backgrounds.

Ev'ry where I go
I am noticed, observed and
offered assistance.

I miss the old days
and the anonimity
which showed me new worlds.

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triple haiku:

I have crossed into
a secret realm, and wish
to hide forever.

Hide from harlequins,
scamps and poseurs, and people
with damned agendas.

Keep your heart hidden
to keep it safe from danger
Let what's good find you.

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An old weathered rope,
hangs 'round a lonely fence-post,
purpose forgotten.

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In the corner sat
a haunted piano, which
played only lost chords.
 

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The weathered rowboat,
Lodged in the pond's muddy dregs,
remains moored ... oar-less.

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The white-capped waves reached
out with watery fingers
to capsize the boat.
 

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Before a pinkish-
purple sky, an old tree asks
for it's lover's hand.


(Photograph copyright Kristina Rebelo)

I'm taking a break next week and possibly the week after to attend my grand-niece's wedding.
I'll be back with some new haikus in two weeks.  Enjoy.  

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