Here's this place for Politics's weekly heap of haikus:

He is short-fingered
and a Vulgarian ... The
Odious Don Drumpf.

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Here's this week's heap of haikus:

The world passes by.
I look out my window and
imagine stories.

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Where-ever I go,
I feel I am at home, which
is embarassing.
 

Here's this week's heap of haikus:

In our memories
Scout and Atticus ... and Boo
shall live forever.

Harper Lee - RIP

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Do not obsess on
the follies of youth, but how
you overcame them.

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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.)

Here's this week's heap of haikus:

My car windows would
seem an unlikely source of
Sunrise reflections
 

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December morning,
I walk through an alleyway
between two churches.

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Hidden in the creche;
a marble he'd stolen from
his little brother.

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double haiku:

To avoid what is
unknown is to stop asking
questions.  Keep learning.

Life is a question
Our quest for knowing is the
path on which we walk

Here's this week's heap of haikus:

My faded old jeans
easy and comfortable;
worn from the wearing.
 

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One luxury of
being rich; you can ignore
all your own failings.

Here's this week's heap of haikus:

I wander the streets
confused and bleeding, I can't
find my way back home.

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Here's this week's heap of haikus:

Harmonica bench ...
on a harmonious beach
blues, powered by wind.