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A Recuperative Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

 

Here's this week's heap of haikus:
 
(A thin batch this week, I'm afraid.  I added a few oldies to punch it up a bit.)
 
 
 
Mahogany panels
in the ICU, turn Oak
in Recovery.
 
---
 
Watching the day fade,
sensing a cooler breeze, I
zip up my jacket.
 
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Purgatory; a
place for the not good enough
and the not so bad.
 
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 In hospitals, I've
noticed, the better you feel, 
the more you're ignored.
 
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The lines in her face,
though evident, were softened 
by a joyful smile.
 
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tanka haiku:
 
There's no growth from pain.
Growth comes from a willingness
to endure the pain.
 
Pain's the cost of each lesson.
otherwise, it's just suffering.
 
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Can haikus be writ,
without, to wit, a single 
snit? Know in a bit.
 
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When our jobs are done
and our lessons all are learned,
we're meant to move on.
 
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The toll of lives lost,
will always make us sad, as
we but guess their fate.
 
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Mind all aflutter,
She left her glasses at home
and her keys at work.
 
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They spent All Souls Day,
still stuck in Purgatory.
Heaven help them … please.
 
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tanka haiku:
 
The 96th Street
ramp to the West Side Highway;
is an urban joy.
 
   A tree-lined curved underpass
   with a view of the Hudson.
 
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As I fall asleep,
whispers of memories drift
through my consciousness …
 
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In Grandma’s parlour,
ev'rything's neat and quiet,
even sleeping cats.
 
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Do not play with ’whilst’,
it’s archaic and obscure,
Whilst-le while you work.
 
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Since this week's output is so small, feel free to post a line or a subject for me, and I will write something to fit.
 
 
Still working on my upcoming Night of Comedy to benefit the Spondylitis Association of America.  Check out my newest animated video:

Comments

There he is right now!

Oh Jeeeez, I was so worried

Damn I am so glad!

 

I was so worried.

Purgatory is so tough

But you did survive!

 

Keep on keepin on

I love these weekly Haikus

I must count the words

 

Well, each syllable

The closest I come to math

hahahahahahahahahaha

 

I did not count the haha's. hahahahahahah

I hope you are through with this purgatory!

May the wind always be at your back

And may you remain pain free!

 

 


 

Thanks, DD.  Here's one more purgatory haiku for you:

Purgatory? The
hell of it is, you can't get
heavenly coffee.


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