This-week’s-heap-of-haikus-06-08-2012

 
How do the living
deal with the dying, and not
get stuck in their realm?
 
It’s difficult. So we must
tread lightly ’round Life’s edges.
 
 
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And with all my heart
I do pledge to thee, my troth;
my sweetness, my love.

 
 
(Wishing a most happy marriage tomorrow to my friends, Veronica and Stu.)
 
 
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Whispering bridesmaids,
gossip ’bout the men at the
bachelor party.
 
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tanka haiku: With a glass of milk,
juice and toast, cereal makes
a balanced breakfast.

Good to know if you have got
Vertigo and crave corn flakes.

 
 
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haiku: Two little dogs rush
onto the elevator ….
and have their hopes dashed.
 
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Double-haiku:
 
With Spondylitis
Iritis might smite us and
Eye won’t be happy.

Don’t try to spite us
when it comes to Iritis
all-right-us means ‘drops.

 
 
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Kittens often purr
when close to those they love … and
to those that feed them.
 
 
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She proposes roses,
he jokes, (or kids), orchids. The
flowers remained mum.
 
 
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A red-haired man sits
next to her. We can’t see him.
Her angel is here.
 
 
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Her world’s no larger
than the size of her bed and
the depth of her dreams.
 
 
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If you want the world
to be your oyster, it helps
to know how to shuck.
 
 
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Strumming a banjo,
he sang that Hope was gone, but …
it was in his voice.
 
 
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Waiting by the door,
a shy young girl fidgets with
a yellow wrist-band.
 
 
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On a cloudy day
with intermittent rain, a
laugh can still break through.
 
 
 
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tanka haiku: it’s rare, one event
inspires two new phrases
which mean the same thing;

Caesar said, ‘the die is cast’
as he ‘crossed the Rubicon’.

 

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Lingering in dreams
she floats through circumstances
which replay her life.
 
 
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Japanese maples
rustle noiselessly outside
while my mother sleeps.
 
 
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Note:–As-you-probably-noticed,-there-have-been-a-lot-of-haikus-about-death-or-references-to-passing-away-lately-in-my-poems.–In-this-instance,-there-is-a-connection.-My-nearly-94-year-old-mom-is-dying.

 
I-was-told-her-passing-was-imminent-last-Thursday,-so-I-left-work-to-go-to-be-with-her-in-Pennsylvania-…-but,-had-to-come-back-home-to-NYC,-because-she,-as-of-this-afternoon,-is-still-holding-on-…-waiting-for-what,-none-of-us-can-say.–She-has-had-Congestive-Heart-Failure-for-over-12-years-now,-and-now,-in-the-final-stage,-she-is-confined-to-her-bed.
 
P.S.–Sorry,-about-the-dashes-between-every-word,-but-my-keyboard-just-had-some-coffee-spilled-into-it—And-so-it-goes.
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