Here's this week's heap of haikus:

 

 

Although she'll always
have lots of "splainin'" to do,
we still love lucy.

(64 years ago this week, the first episode of I Love Lucy was aired.)

 

 

 

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Silly Ogden Nash homage-ku:

 

Shoes need cobblin'
that's why he's hobblin', (and
sadly), sobblin' ...

 

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tanka haiku:

 

Perusing the hall,
he picked out a girl and tried
to make eye contact.
 
  At first, she acted shy ... then,
  she slowly ... drew him to her.

 

 

 

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Half opened window ...
A world on each side ... Do you
look in or stare out?
 

 

 

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tanka haiku:

 

The old weathered barn
still advertises Mail Pouch
chewing tobacco.

Irony? The old farmer's
long dead - cancer of the gums.

 

 

 

 

 

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Those little evils
buried in our souls, may smile,
in spite of themselves.
 

 
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Diner-ku:

 

 

Short stack of pancakes,
coffee on the side ... Eat. Drink.
Pay the tab and go.

 

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Fitful nights will end.
Sleep will overtake sadness.
Things will be alright.

 

 

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There are times when no
words will suffice, we just need
to look at flowers.

 

 

 

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His hopes had been dashed,
his dreams all surrendered … The
tide pulls at his feet.

 

 

 

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Where-ever I roam
I keep the thought in my head,
that I might see you.

 

 

 

 

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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'll find home.

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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To live without love
is to whisper to angels
and to be ignored.

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Footprints on the beach ...
When I could not go on, God
drove me in his jeep.

 

(Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

 

 

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This'll float your boat;
Naked Gondoliers is what
makes Venetians blind.

 

 

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An incoming tide,
coral clouds at sunrise ... all
our Hopes are reborn.

 

 

 

 

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The arrondissement
was seven ... I think. The view?
Unforgettable.

 

 

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A doormat thrown in
the trashcan has probably
worn out its welcome.

 

 

 

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They say that I am
hopelessly optimistic ...
I just hope they're right.

 

 

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tanka haiku:

I wanted her so ...
but I did not get her.  I
got this life instead.

   I should be grateful, and yet ...
   all I have is loneliness.

 

 

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Fog on the shore road.
A man on a bicycle
appears lost in thought.

 

 

 

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Love again denied,
forever unrequited,
hope's on a bender.

 

 

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The lush foliage
of autumn, clings to trees like
lots of Seurat's dots.

 

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Bleeding hearts mixed with
bloody ignorance will
make a mess of things.

 

 

 

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Mortally wounded,
he nevertheless tried to
remain positive.

 

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 tanka haiku:
 
From the cab of his
pickup, he could see grey smoke
rise from the chimney.

It was nearly sunrise and
he could not wait for coffee.

 

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In the corner sat
a haunted piano, which
played only lost chords.

 

 

 

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We drove through the night
to see the fall foliage
mirrored in the lake.

 

 

 

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a lonely road weaves
through a dark forest. My soul
must travel down it.

 

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He kept hoping that
planetary alignments
would bring him good luck.

 

 

 

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Rivers of knowledge
seldom flood those reluctant
to wade through the creek.

 

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if / then-ku #1:

 

Ship builders build ships,
shoemakers make shoes ... washer
women make washers?

 

 

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if / then-ku #2:

If the sky is blue,
and the grass always greener,
more books should be red.

 

 

 

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Won't you have some tea?
I'll sit here eating biscuits
watching boats pass by.

 

James Tissot (French, 1836–1902) | Tea | 1872

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Collapsed in a heap,
and yet ... I watch warily
as the cat stalks me.

 

"The Green Cushion" ca.1895 by Irving Ramsey Wiles (1861-1948)

 

 

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His pulse would quicken
each time she entered the room …
Why not, she brought beer.

 

 

 

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His trousers were gone ...
her dress hung on a flagpole ...
That was some party.

 

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Hiking down hillsides,
ground uneven 'neath my feet.
My new slant on Life.

 

 

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Carefully follow
that path through the irises ...
serenity waits.

 

 

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He once walked two miles
through the wind and pouring rain
just to stroke her face.

 

 

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Too many mornings
pretending I reach for you.
(Love always feels real.)

 

(From the Stephen Sondheim musical, Follies;  Too Many Mornings.)
 

 

 

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I think about you
all the time. night. day. it's like
I'm losing my mind.

 

 

 

 

(From the Stephen Sondheim musical, Follies;  Losing My Mind.)

 

 

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If I laugh and dance
about how much I love you
maybe you'll need me.

 

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Torches throw shadows
on dreary castle walls ... That
mob wants Frankenstein!

 

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I've got to have you
now that you have told me that
you really don't care.

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And now, for this week's challenge:

Post your haiku based on this photo in the Comments section under the title: "I Do-the-Haiku!")

(Photograph from the film, "Sullivan's Travels")
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Your love's not a lie?
Then how can you leave me? 'We'll
always have Paris.'

(Photograph from the final scene of Casablanca)

 

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