Archive # 24

 

 
He could memorize
any Shakespearean role …
His shopping list? D’OH!
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He soon discovered,
ice-skating was not his ‘thing’.
His ‘thing’? Falling down.
 
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Nervously, she paced.
It was well after midnight,
and she’d heard no news.

 

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Wishing her the best,
he shook her hand, grabbed his bags,
and boarded the train.
 
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He stood very still.
Slowly, his essence emerged.
And hope swirled ’round him.
 
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Chronic mnemonics
(unlike harmonic phonics),
can be demonic!
 
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His fancy footwork
often gets him out of binds,
but his ankles hurt.
 
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Let us elevate,
our dialogue and our lives …
eschew the mundane.
 
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tanka haiku: Frantically, she searched
through every drawer and cabinet,
for her missing blouse.

(It’s in the dirty laundry;
worn on that awful blind date.)

 
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We wince, we shudder,
we bite our lip. We endure.
Mere pain won’t stop us.
 
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My dear old friend, it’s
nice we can be so honest.
(Love you, hate that dress.)
 
 
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Success often stands
on the shoulders of failure.
Never give up hope.
 
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He tried to please her,
he tried to reason with her,
she tried his patience.
 
 
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Fiefdoms multiply,
dividing up the landscape,
adding no value.
 
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Dimpled darlings, done
dunking donuts, dare drinking
double demitasse.
 
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Is there anything,
more satisfying than to
help others achieve?
 
 
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Willows in the wind,
gently swaying back and forth,
like sleepy dancers.
 
 
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As the years went by,
he could not forget her eyes;
so filled with kindness.
 
 
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A remote sand dune,
hides a young couple in love,
from all … but one dog.
 
 
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With a gleeful squeal,
the little girl in the park,
discovered the slide.
 
 
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Saw a sign today,
That said ‘Stand Up MRIs’ …
“Take my x-rays … please.”
 
 
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Walking through the woods,
I find a weathered birdhouse,
nailed onto a tree.
 
 
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The sun was shining
as he stumbled to his bed,
the first draft finished.
 
 
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He flipped through pages
of sad poetry before
finding his haiku.
 
 
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He meditates, then
‘dissolves into his being.’
(Don’t wake him from naps!)
 
 
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The confused tourist:
“Don’t they speak French in Paris?”
Tour Guide: “We’re in Minsk.”
 
 
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We’re on a spaceship
traveling through time. Can we
stop to buy ice cream?
 
 
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