A Rainy Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

 
Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:
 
 
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Hand me my cane … and
open the window, I think
your husband is home.
 
 
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 When my love is near,
the world’s filled with happiness,
and it all makes sense.
 
 
 
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 He said, “It’s complex
to read about sex, without
a visual aid(e).”
 
 
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 Now all that remains
are images in my head …
and her purple scarf.
 
 
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Double haiku:
 
Her heart cringed when she
found some old love letters, but
forgot who wrote them.

The letters revealed
the seeds of a broken heart;
harvester unknown.

 
 
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haiku: Shadows thrown upon
a brick wall by passing cars,
flee into doorways.
 
 
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He was so sleepy,
he spread the raspberry jam
on both toast and hand.
 
 
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Double haiku:
 
Oreos and milk
are the double martinis
of the pre-school crowd.

Plate-fuls of cookies,
like magician’s assistants;
blink … and they’re all gone.

 
 
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If you choose to use
a magnifying glass, know
that you will find flaws.
 
 
 
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Jet vapor trails slice
through a Maxfield Parrish sky
of back-lit pink clouds.
 
 
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The playground’s where he
lost a tooth. Not from fighting;
stale peanut butter.
 
 
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 As you get older,
perspectives change; trivial
matters fall away.
 
 
My friend David’s response:

Respond-ku:

Eyesight, hearing, and
Hair are trivial matters???
I am just asking.
 
 
Respond-ku2:
 
Not at all my friend.
(Then again, they HAVE begun
to fall away, right?)
 
 
 
 
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Eighteen coffee cups
cluttering the countertop;
broken dishwasher.
 
 
 
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 A pastel sunset,
occurs behind some buildings.
I wait for the bus.
 
 
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Yom Kippur-ku:
 
The fast went slowly.
All he could think about were
those damned macaroons.
 
 
My friend David’s response:
 
Goyim-ku: 
 
You got your treats mixed.
Macaroons are Passover;
YK’s rugelach.
 
 
Respond-ku2:
 
Just wait a minute…
Who passed over macaroons?
Leave the plate right there!
 
 
Explanation-ku:
If it were not for
contractions in English,
Haikus would be harrrrrrd!
 
 
 
Explanation-ku2:
 
Contractions contrast
contradictions concisely;
contrary conflicts.
 
 
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Finding peace-makers
is never as easy as
finding warriors.
 
 
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Thoughts, planted wisely,
blossom in reluctant minds,
when the time is right.
 
 
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Grieving trees embark
on their sad autumn journeys,
shedding leafy tears.
 
 
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haiku: I don’t oversleep,
I just go to sleep too late,
and clocks don’t adjust.
 
 
 
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tanka haiku:
 
Will. That is all. Will.
It answers all questions that
ask why we go on.

Will is the determined push
that leads Hope to Victory.

 
 
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In a lazy field,
I gaze at a distant fence,
and ask … what’s beyond?
 
 
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The next couple, my friend David started and I responded.
 
NotAgain-Ku:
Experience traps
the mind into expecting
what might not occur.
 
 
Yup-again-ku:

Experience frees
the mind into expecting
what might yet occur.

 
 
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NotNowKu:
When can one tell him
“I’m falling in love with you”
when he won’t feel trapped?
 
 
Respond-ku:
 
The answer’s simple.
(Most answers are, says Ockham …)
When he has been trapped.
 
 
Respondku2:
Trap me with freedom,
Then throw me, with all your heart,
in the sea of love.
 
 
Respond-ku 3:
 
The seas will seize them
(Each flea will flee them.) Each heart
captured, enraptured.
 
 
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Just so that you know;
Got my mojo workin’ … but,
at my age, it’s moot.
 
 
 
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Above. graceful hawks
swoop through blue skies. Below, ripe
blackberries to pick.
 
 
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Though we start even …
you still can’t say who won; we’ve
run towards diff’rent goals.
 
 
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tanka haiku:
 
I support “Your cause”,
but don’t make me re-commit
ev’ry single day.

I have strength to see things through,
without Facebook reminders.

 
 
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