Archive # 19

 

This week’s batch of haikus:
 
 
double haiku:  May the coming year
bring enough adversity
to test your mettle.

And enough joy and
happiness to make your heart
sing and your soul soar.

 

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double haiku: He wrestled demons,
which didn’t pay as well as
praying for angels …

But, it’s a living.
And the fact is, he preferred
headlocks to halos.

 
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He was in shock. His
precious illuminated
manuscript was real.

 

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Standing in Times Square,
with the drunks that celebrate
watching a ‘ball’ drop.
 
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He crosses the street,
nonchalantly dodging cars,
but bicycles? BAM!
 
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Waiting and waiting …
he couldn’t take much more … then
the other shoe dropped.
 
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After each rainstorm
shimmering shafts of sunshine,
broke through the grey clouds.
 
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If you’re hunting for
the bluebird of happiness,
lure it by laughing.
 
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Each day we listen,
to all the sounds around us
and hear what we like.
 
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He toined to ‘Blinky’
and said, “Ya moron, that’s not
my moll, that’s my mom!”
 
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Prepping for blood work
is a ‘tortuous routine’;
no food or water.
 
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A strange dialect,
false moustache and wig can not
alter your spirit.
 
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He rubs his fingers
over a long healed scar and
reflects on his life.
 
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The kitten’s whiskers
brushed across the old man’s face,
making him giggle.
 
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A blustery day
the weather outside is calm
Congress in session
 
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Poor old uncle Mike,
slept in rocker recliner
now he can’t get up.
 
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Bayberry candles
still spread a christmas-y scent
through his apartment.
 
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Fastidious fops
frequent fewer flophouses;
find fancier fare.
 
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Paths to glory run
through fields of ignominy,
loathing and defeat.
 
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Search the whole wide world,
ev’ry nook and cranny and
you will find … more stuff.
 
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On his empty bed,
sits a present, wrapped, but left
out of his suitcase.
 
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