Archive # 23

 

tanka haiku: Laughter assuages;
it ameliorates all
of Life’s distresses.

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In her mind were thoughts
that she kept all to herself;
Roses in cement.

 

 

 

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rain-soaked city streets,
the glare of blinking neon
blinds the private eye.

 

 

 

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When we learn, we grow.
if our thoughts atrophy, we
might as well be bricks.

 

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haiku: hasty conclusions
may still bring satisfaction …
(Think of the time saved!)

 

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In a quiet rain,
my thoughts ricochet about,
dampening my mood.

 

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A muse in a mews;
amused by what an awl weighs,
in all ways, always.

 

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his tortured soul found
small measures of contentment
just beyond its reach.

 

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Clinging too much to
the Past, guarantees you’ll be
bull-dozed by the Future.

 

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He was effusive
in praising her, but stingy
in his affections.

 

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Sweet and succulent,
and an artistic tableau;
what a bowl of fruit!

 

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Two homeless men sit
in the park and discuss the
State of the Union.

 

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A winter’s sunrise
slices through the cold, urging
us; ‘Get out of bed!’

 

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At the High School dance,
he held his date so close, it
crushed his boutonniere.

 

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His girlfriend left him,
his car was totaled. He’s not
having a good day.

 

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The Summer sun raised
beads of sweat on my forehead,
which ran down my face.

 

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warmed over coffee
fills my mug like an old friend
that slept on the couch.

 

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Local Politics
is not for the faint of heart?
Yeah, it ain’t bean-bag.

 

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tanka haiku: She shied away from
ev’ry opportunity …
even the right ones.

For while she worshiped others,
she still lacked faith in herself.

 

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He’s considered dull,
just muddling through Life, yet
his heart slays dragons.

 

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Beneath earth and snow
the flowers of my garden
keep planning for Spring.

 

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double haiku:  pursed lips pushed parsnips
past perfectly parched peas, plus
partly parsed peace pacts.

 

Assonance ascribes,
alas, alliteration.
All allowed, alright?

 

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double haiku: A question, my friend;
If I wish you, ‘all the best’,
there’s none left for me?

Why should I be left
with only second rate ‘good’,
you lousy b*st*rd?!

 

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double haiku: We struggle, at times,
remembering our loved ones,
but vow, they won’t fade.

So, the old stories, though
familiar, are re-told, to
refresh our spirits.

 

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Blearily, he gazed
out his bedroom window, but
he saw only snow.

 

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