Here's this week's patriotic heap of haikus:
 

4th of July-ku:  

The rockets' red glare,
bombs bursting in air, gave proof
that fireworks are cool.

(3rd line re-write for the diphthong challenged:  "fireworks are cool.")



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 tanka haiku:

John Fluegel played fife,
Tobias Giltner fought in
The Revolution.
 
Here's to our ancestors who
fought for our Independence.


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At his wife's urging,
He posed with her step-father.
Happy July 4th!
 
(Photo circa 1920.  My maternal grandfather and step-great-grandfather.)


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A day at the beach
in those days, was more like a
wet pajama fest.


(My maternal grandparents are third and fourth from the left.)

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On July 4th of
1903, two boys posed
for my Facebook page.

(My maternal grandfather is on the right)

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 There was a time when
waving striped thing-a-ma-jigs
was quite a fun thing.



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A burbling brook
slices through a lazy field
near a chestnut tree.
 

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Hot dogs on the grill
burgers on the patio ...
blame the clumsy chef.


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 Double Diner-ku:
 

Eggs over easy
bacon, toast and home fries; on
some mis-matched china.

Men in overalls
listen to the farm report
an' talk 'bout football.
 

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Echoes of sunrise,
fade from the bluing sky; the
moon goes back to sleep.
 
 

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As the dawn breaks, a
boat with peeling paint, drifts on
the shimmering lake.

 

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My life is a mess,
but my imagination
is immaculate.
 
 

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Shadows thrown upon
a brick wall by passing cars,
flee into doorways.
 
 

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Double haiku:

 

Her heart wept when she
found some old love letters but
forgot who wrote them.

The letters revealed
the seeds of her broken heart,
and now, the harvest.
 

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At the sky's edges,
mountaintops still pierce the clouds,
to peek at heaven.
 
 

 
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A crumpled fender,
wrapped around a barber's pole,
could mean a close shave.
 

 
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Don't know her name, I'll
never see her again ... but,
her fragrance lingers.
 

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Lazy sunlight drifts,
through the parted lace curtains,
of the drawing room.
 


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Regional-ku:

 

He was bred in Rye,
creamed in Milk River, and laughed
at in Ho-Ho-Kus.
 
 

 
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Will you ever wake?
Or will you dream forever?
Will you ever know?
 

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On a Summer’s day,
an old jalopy sputters
down a dusty road.



 

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Aggravating man,
infuriating woman;
Act Three, they're in love.
 

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Sucker punched by thugs,
smooched by dames, he fires his gat ...
(Dreams in film noir.)
 

 
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Quietly they slept,
in a field of bluebonnets;
his head in her lap.
 

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He whispers her name,
as he lies in bed, hoping,
his dreams will find her.
 

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In the morning light,
a sailboat on the Hudson,
moves as in a dream.

 

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Coffee on the porch,
watching kids on bicycles
chased by barking dogs.



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An unexpected
infatuation can help
mend a broken heart.








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