Friday Afternoon Runs Away with the Haikulodeon

 
Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:
 
 
 
Sitting quietly,
pondering vissicitudes,
sure works up a thirst!
 
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Financial Melt-down?
Colder times? Frozen Assets?
It’s time to “VOTE SNOW!”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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tanka haiku: She wore pink spandex
on her summer vacation,
which caused a riot.
 
Cops came. She was arrested,
and did a stretch in prison.
 
 
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At once, tempers flared!
punches thrown, faces bruised, then …
cooler heads prevailed.
 
 
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A wise man sees what
is truly needed, not just
what is desired.
 
 
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Sometimes all it takes
to solve things is, ask for help.
Open Sesame.
 
 
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Blistering retorts,
blossom on his blog-site like
roses in manure.
 
 
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tanka haiku: Mind’s distracted, thoughts
retracted, speech redacted,
what left … subtracted.
 
Wandering in mental haze
is, happily, just a phase.
 
 
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haiku: Youth is insistent,
Old age may negotiate,
Love grants both wishes.
 
 
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tanka haiku: Deformed by disease,
he is perplexed by folks with
tattoos and piercings.
 
They pay for ‘mutilation’,
he’d pay much more not to be.
 
 
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A bee that lands on
a giant sunflower, will
seldom seek a rose.
 
 
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tanka haiku: You have long endured
both hardships and heartbreaks and
yet, you wish for more.
 
For you think that happiness
is paid for by misery.
 
 
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tanka haiku: Lazy Sunday morn,
where have you gone? My sister
has come to ‘help clean.’
 
My apartment is transformed
by my sister’s elbow grease!
 
 
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You are determined,
 you, yellow dandelions …
 pushing through sidewalks.
 
 
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An old man’s lament-ku:
 
A willowy blonde,
winks at me on the bus, then …
offers me her seat.
 
 
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The shade of an elm,
passes through my small garden,
as dusk approaches.
 
 
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Embued with romance,
and lightly pastel of hue;
delicate roses.
 
 
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Waiting for my ride,
whistling tunes from my youth,
old shadows re-form.
 
 
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