Here's this week's heap of haikus:

triple haiku:

Consistency makes
unimaginative lives
seem less vacuous.

 

Consistent is not
a value, it's an action.
(Erratic is too.)

Be bold when needed,
steady when necessary.
Enjoy ups and downs.

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Immortal souls stuck
inside mortal bodies ... That's
one of God's jokes, right?

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The blaze of Autumn
has finally withered and a
gnarly winter blooms.

 
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Please prioritize;
horses go before carts and
socks on before shoes.

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He buried his fears
in the pleats of mother's skirt.
(It still feels like home)

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Snow covered cherries
hang on their trees, confused by
global warming trends.

Snow falling on West Ferry Street in New Hope, PA last Sunday afternoon

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Loose gold plates bang the
backs of holy heads and thus
bring Golden Slumbers

Osservanza Master (Italian, active second quarter 15th century)
Saint Anthony the Abbot in the Wilderness | ca. 1435

(bonus related poem: )

Sewing nuns with nimble thimbles
wearing very simple wimples.
sew and stitch which pops their pimples.

(From Mrs Paul's letter to the Corinthians)

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A tired day must end,
to let the night begin so
we may build new dreams.

(Photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo)

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an open window,
a breeze blows in from the sea,
making curtains dance.

"Wind from the Sea" (1947) -  by Andrew Wyeth

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South of the border
waking in an unpaid room
minus a kidney.

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Only jokers pray
for that lullaby of blues;
four clubs and a spade.

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They stood, waiting for
the world to find them
in Gotham's canyons.

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Bitterly blue day;
Grape Nuts are not nuts at all ...
and cheese with mold, stinks.

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A haiku for Martin Luther King Jr.'s Birthday:
 
 

With hearts full of grace,
and souls generating love
we shall overcome.
 
 
 

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Xmas Leftover-ku #1

Dear Lord, I have had
enough red for one lifetime.
Yours truly, Santa.

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Xmas-Leftover-ku #2

If you don't clean that
Chimney, elves will kill your dog.
Yours truly, Santa.  

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Ev'rything went dark,
bluest blue of indigo,
became burnt umber.

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You're movin' too fast,
I'm just tryin' to keep up.
Please darlin' ... slow down.

(The great Paul Butterfield with the RCO All-Stars)

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Fear is a fabric
that folds under stress, and when
in hot water, shrinks ...

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Reaching for the moon
Is an admirable goal.
Having patience helps.

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To be committed
is to fly through each sunset
in search of the dawn.

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Live a life of love,
look to better angels, carve
your own walking stick.

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Pretending we'll meet,
each time I turn a corner
makes me walk faster.

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Deer in the headlights!
Brakes slammed, tires squeal! Seat-belt grabs!
Adrenaline pumps!

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Moon behind the clouds,
fields aglow in bluish light,
as foxes prowl.

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He kept calling her
in spite of all the danger
of falling in love.

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Pancakes for dinner ...
because I'm an adult and
I'll eat what I want.

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The wind fills our sails,
we glide 'gainst a golden sky
Sea salt in our hair.

(Photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo.)

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When it comes to a
thermos nuclear war, it's
bring your own lunch box.

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The most courageous
words ever spoken, must be,
'So ... let us go on.'

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A leaf-less tree frames
a lonely farm-house in the
middle of nowhere.
 

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Three annoyed children;
forced to wear their 'Sunday best'
on a Saturday!

(My dad, the youngest child in that photo, would have been 102 years old yesterday.)  

It's always fun to
see one's father as a boy ...
the journey so clear.

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I wish I could have
known my grandmother, it would
have explained so much.

(My father's mother also had a birthday yesterday.
She would have been 134. She passed away in 1938.)

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(My mom in 1920 enjoying the snow in a suburb of Chicago.)

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