A Wintery Friday at the Haikulodeon

 

Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:
 
 
An old jelly bean
found in my jacket pocket
still tastes pretty good.
 
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Eleven decades …
All that time composing, now
he’s decomposing.
 
 
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She blinked. He winked. They
exchanged a glance … and then, an
unexpected dance.
 
 
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Children whispering,
conspiratorial glee …
Parents … be on guard.
 
 
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When your fingers wag
and wiggle, I just giggle.
“Do it again, please.”
 
 
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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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The shade of an elm,
passes through my small garden,
as dusk approaches.
 
 
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Cold wind, freezing sleet,
and an angry dog make me
wish my bus would come.
 
 
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Do you bloom at night,
when you think no-one’s looking?
Moonlight savors you.
 
 
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The shade of a tree
planted by my grandfather,
watches over me.
 
 
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Republicans lost
‘cuz they still don’t know how to
“Do it Gangnam Style.”
 
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Lovers overhear
a ‘spicy’ conversation,
they nod and then grin.
 
 
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Edges of her path
are frayed, for she’s not always
kept within the lines.
 
 
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If you syncopate
a fascinatin’ rhythm,
will you strike a chord?
 
 
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The clouds in the sky
drifting by and lazily
I sit and watch them.
 
 
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Those being drenched may
not think of how they will
be blessed by the storm.
 
 
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A tall vase full of
perky yellow daffodils
assuages his guilt.
 
 
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The scar on his arm
made his hula-girl tattoo
appear to wiggle.
 
 
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Will we be known by
the things that divert us or
those that focus us?
 
 
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Under the table
is no place to be when your
boss takes you to lunch.
 
 
 
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Actor heard praying
while crossing Shubert Alley;
“God, the first act sucks.”
 
 
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tanka haiku: There is a sad fear
that’s buried deep in our hearts;
that no love will last.

So we pray that Time’s not cruel
and our memories won’t fade.

 

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