This week’s heap of haikus 4-20-2012

 
 
 
Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:
 
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To impress the girl,
the young man sent the small stone
skimming ‘cross the lake.
 
 
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Dogs in the silo
chasing wayward mice. I guess
corn ‘futures’ are up.
 
 
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On a Summer’s day,
an old jalopy sputters
down a dusty road.
 
 
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I am older now,
than my father got to be.
Where’s my role model?
 
 
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tanka haiku: A mirror reflects,
It can not envision nor
offer opinions.
  
It may reflect who I am …
but it gets it all backwards.
 
 
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Bowls of walnuts sit
on a coffee table made
of their ancestors.
 
 
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Conundrums collide!
Climactic catastrophes
clearly caused chaos!
 
 
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By the garden fence,
a very blue hydrangea,
contemplates freedom.
 
 
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Minds that only yearn,
and don’t taste the fruit of life,
merely chew the rind.
 
 
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She laughed wickedly.
Such a chill went up his spine,
that he sneezed ice cubes.
 
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tanka haiku:  All one ever knows,
Is what they’ve experienced,
Or taken on faith.
  
But, like silt in riverbeds,
Both can muddy the water.
 
 
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The arc of your life,
will pierce many souls, sewing
tapestries of hope.
 
 
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Nantucket lightships
cast their lights out to the sea;
“Warning: Rocky Shoals!”
 
 
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Yearning for peaches,
he settled for nectarines …
and hoped for the best.
 
 
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tanka haiku: There is a moment
that will happen in each Life;
When the hands of your 
   
father’s watch are laid claim to
by your son. Age bows to youth.
 
 
 
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The playful kitten
stalks its prey … then it pounces
on the ball of yarn.
 
 
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Somewhere in the deep
recesses of my brain, sleep
forgotten haikus.
 
 
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tanka haiku:  In a dark, dank cave,
flickering shadows thrown by
a single candle,
   
dance upon the walls and play 
with our imaginations.
 
 
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Once he had learned the
multiplication tables,
it all added up.
 
 
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She had had enough
of his constant ogling,
so she turned his head.
 
 
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He looked at his watch,
then nervously eyed the crowd.
Curtain going up!
 
 
 
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tanka haiku:  A pox on ‘Fox’? Yes!
They lie like rugs, but … perhaps
The truth will find THEM.
 
On the other hand, rugs should
be beaten regularly.
 
 
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