Here's this week's heap of haikus:

tanka haiku:

Crowded Conveyance;
Two women, a dog, a bike,
a small child and me.

   Crammed in an elevator
   Waiting for the thing to go.

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In the small pocket
of my denim jeans is a
button from your coat.

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Coca cola signs
seemed to be ev'rywhere once,
Thirst for nostalgia.

...

In a fitful sleep,
memories long forgotten,
rise to consciousness.

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Flying through the air,
should be avoided by both,
dentures and toupees.

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tanka haiku:

News headline: Science
proves that you can live forever!
Film at eleven.

   (My first thought, of course, was that
   Social Security's f*cked!)

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I'm chained to a desk
staring at computer screens
where did my life go?

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I know that I have
'Scalia Schadenfreude';
his rage makes me smile.

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If you force yourself
to go outside, something great
will always happen ...

So says Mary, age 93 - (More or Less)

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The long arc of the
moral universe always
bends towards true justice.

A Martin Luther King, Jr. quote (more or less)

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A quartet of haikus:

After all these years,
I still haunt the lost and found,
looking for my life.

I still ride the train,
in hope the next station will
be where I get off.

I cross bridges knowing
I can not wash away all
the sins of my life.

I am stuck in time
living out a meager life
extracting fool's gold.

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I may still be lost,
but I am not alone and
that is a comfort.

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We must leave the day ...
We must rest to prepare for
the struggles to come.

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I hear distant trains
and think of riding boxcars ...
whistles on the wind.
 

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double haiku:

It's three fifteen, and
wakened from a sad dream, I
try to clear my head.

Thoughts of you linger
and entwine with my day's chores.
You still haunt my heart.

 
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Under rainbow flags
Misters and Sisters confirm
their loves at long last.

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On grey, rainy days,
she first sulked at the window,
then, wished for blue skies.

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They sway with the breeze,
which is why her little dog,
barks at sunflowers.

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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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Sunshine and whiskey
are a lot like Love; they all
can make you go blind.

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

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Bells in the distance ...
Yipee!  It's the ice cream man!
Wanna creamsicle?

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A couple cuddles
outside of the Guggenheim,
then hails a taxi.

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Summer afternoons,
lazy sunshine, as I stroll.
Dirt road daydreaming.

 
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Colored beach balls float
on incoming waves. Children
squeal and splash about.
 

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With a painter's eyes,
and a poet's soul, he found
beauty ev'rywhere.
 
 

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They were on a lark,
when they met an old school mate
living on the street.
 

 
 
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The quick red fox jumped
o'er lazy typewriters, owned
by sleeping brown dogs.
 

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Plaid lumberjack shirt
o'er black tights and blue tattoos;
hot babe on 4th St.

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I stand in a field,
listening to the night's sounds ...
strangely comforted.

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A whisper, a glance ...
her touch lasts but a moment,
yet his core's shaken.

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Memories still pop
into my addled brain, to
amuse my dull thoughts.

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tanka haiku:

Graceful extensions,
limber elevations, and
lithe, flowing movements.

   Beauty and Ballet combined
   will feed hung’ry hope-starved souls.

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As the swallows swoop,
The roses dance in the breeze;
the world in motion.

Utagawa Hiroshige (Japanese, 1797–1858) |
Swallows and Kingfisher with Rose Mallows | ca. 1838

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How the sky has cleared
after such a drenching rain.
The sun reassures.

(Photo courtesy of my friend and neighbor, David Thompson,  who took this looking out his window yesterday.)

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