Here's this week's heap of haikus:

tanka haiku:
 
  Standing on the beach,
  looking at the ocean, I
  ponder Life's journey.

   What makes me laugh, is to think
   that seagulls do the same thing.

(Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

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Pie-ku:

His mouth and face got
smudged with so much choc'late cream,
his eyes glazed over.
 

(Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo.)

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Psst - ku:

That delicate sway
from your woman at play ... is
in lieu of a lay.

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A starry night, wind
rustles the dandelions.  
We cautiously kiss.

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Double haiku:
 

When we interact,
we acknowledge we are gears
in this God machine.


When all the gears mesh,
machines run efficiently.
Very much like Life.

 

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When I feel alone,
I conjour thoughts of you to
keep me company.

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Flyers promoting
fliers compare fares fairly
or risk a tsk, tsk.
 

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Taper the paper

because vellum will tell 'em

what you write's alright.
 

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In bed, in pain, out
of meds and luck. overwhelmed,
under the weather.
 

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Do you whistle low,
or sing along to iPods?
Let your music flow.

 

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What's most confusing
re: experiencing time?
Watched pots DO boil.

 

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Blazing neon lights
blind us to the clutter of
bad architecture.
 

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Small streams ripple at
the edge of a lonely street.
Intermittent rain.

 

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The more I focus
on subtle details, the more
I'm drawn into Life.

 

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Blue skies reflected
on office windows outside,
are better scene in.


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My wish for you is:
Your quest never ends, and your
heart ever widens.
 

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She sneezed her dress off ...
which, in the cathedral, caused
quite a kerfuffle!

 

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double haiku:

When I was young, I
looked in strangers' faces to
find the familiar.

Now that I am old,
I look in strangers' faces
to find the unique.

 

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Peach oleanders
overwhelm the small vase on
my kitchen table.


 

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tanka haiku:

Sirens start screaming,
in the middle of the night.
causing dogs to bark.

  Then, the neighbor's lights go on.
  I drove through their shrubs, okay?

 

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


 

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He was so immersed
in his work, that he forgot
about his coffee.

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Beautiful and lithe,
hot girls in tight t-shirts jog
past me ... pushing prams.
 

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Around 3 o'clock,
cooped up in her office, she
daydreams her escape.


 

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