This week’s heap of haikus – 03-30-2012

This week’s heap of haikus:
 
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Dogwood trees in bloom!
Spring’s celebration of joy
in Riverside Park.
 
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Up before sunrise,
he didn’t turn on the lights
so not to wake her.
 
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Foggy Mountain men
break down, sadly shedding tears.
Bluegrass feels more blue.

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Double haiku: In a sleepy town,
off the beaten path, lived a
man who knew nothing.

He was fed by cows,
carried by horses and was
quite a happy soul.

 
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tanka haiku: A man with a limp
quietly whistles on his
way to the bus stop.
   His halting steps belie the
   music he hears in his head.
 
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Indulge your passion.
It’s often what drives you to
exceed your limits.
 

 

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Sometimes an echo
from a life you left behind,
catches up to you.

 
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Success always stands
on the shoulders of failure.
Your next try may win.
 
 
 Alternate version:
 
Success always stands
on the shoulders of failure.
Next time, don’t wear shoes.
 
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No aunts or uncles,
no cousins or grandparents;
lonely only child.
 
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Fishing off the rocks,
the clear water lets me see
my worm teased by trout …
 
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Speaking to strangers
is not all that difficult.
Simply say, “Hello.”
 
 
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Skill’s a garden that
grows when we attend it and
withers from neglect.

 

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It’s never too late,
even old s.o.b.s can
have a change of heart.

(Yes, that’s a Dick Cheney reference.)

 
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tanka haiku: Melting snows on high,
trickle down to feed small streams
which flow to rivers.
    (This is NOT a metaphor
    that works with economics.)
 
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Whatever ends will
begin again; our journey
is but a circle.
 
 
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His argyle socks
clashed with his herringbone suit
and his checkered tie.
(Alternate version for those that insist that ‘argyle’ is a two syllable word:)
 
His argyle socks clashed
with his grey herringbone suit
and his plaid beret.
 
 
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Depressed optimists
will live for tomorrow, ‘cuz
today really sucks.
 
 
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An empty vase sits
on a cluttered office desk
waiting for true love.
 
 
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Cracks in the sidewalk,
are stepped on ev’ry day, and
mom’s back is just fine.
 
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Sadly, it turns out,
while she’s pinching pennies … he
is pinching barmaids.
 
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Words had no effect,
so, reluctantly, he tried
throwing sticks and stones.
 
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Slouched in a corner,
of a dingy juke joint, a
young man learns the blues.
 
 
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Their springer spaniel,
chases ev’ry robin that
lands in their back yard.
 
 
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Courtesan and muse,
she stayed unemotional …
though she was tickled.
 
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Dusting off raindrops,
he looked up to the sky and
cursed the weatherman.
 
 
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