Friday before Thanksgiving at the Haikulodeon

 

Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:
 
 
Though snow has fallen,
remember, it has fallen
but it can’t get up.
 
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On his head, “Gramps” wore
a blue Yankees baseball cap,
which made him feel young.
 
 
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double haiku: This mellow fellow
won’t say ‘hello’, whilst he plays
upon the cello.

He bows, but won’t pluck.
Pizzicato is not his
motto … (Just our luck.)

 
 
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double haiku: As the morning dew
disperses, flowers bloom, a
gardener curses.
 
Why’s the gardener
apoplectic? ‘Cuz he needs
some antiseptic.
 
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A lazy river
that winds through a lush valley,
still will reach the sea.
 
 
Respond-ku from my friend, David:
 
What he’s saying is
“Take it easy, greasy, you’ve
a long way to slide”
 
 
My respond-ku2:
 
Stop talkin’ Jive, Clive.
Rivers that wide cannot slide,
They flow, don’t ‘cha know?
 
 
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double haiku:
 
In the barber’s chairs,
boys squirm and fidget … meanwhile
dad’s reading Playboy.
 
Sweeping up the hair,
old men argue politics …
kids want lollipops.
 
 
 
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 Brookstone, L. L. Bean,
Mrs Field’s Cookies, Macys …
Mall s assimilate.
 
 
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On a dock in Maine,
he watched as the lobsters were
removed from their traps.
 
 
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 Deer in the headlights!
brakes slammed, tires squeal! Seat belt grabs!
adrenaline rush!
 
 
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Ever wonder why
the stars shine in the sky? Two
words: Surplus Twinkles.
 
 
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tanka haiku:
 
I need your concern,
your help, your solace, your strength,
your love. I need you.
 
No, I’m NOT needy! Are cars
without gasoline, gassy?
 
 
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Hampered by the rain,
we still managed to play a
full set of tennis.
 
 
 
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tanka haiku:
 
Do birds in the trees
sing happier melodies
than ones in a cage?

Does freedom of movement trump
the freedom from fear? Don’t know.

 
 
 
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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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What if we’re all  cogs
in a huge, complex machine,
just trying to mesh?
 
 
 
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double haiku: Morning eased gently
into my consciousness, like
melting caramels …
 
gooey imagery?
Perhaps, but still better than
a kick in the shins.
 
 
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The fabric of Life;
From order to chaos, we
slowly unravel.
 
 
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tanka haiku:
 
Looking back, I think
my life’s been a series of
int’resting events.
 
They were to me anyway,
And in the end, that’s what counts.
 
 
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Barbie’s skate party,
ended in chaos, when Ken
missed a toe-loop.
 
 
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His pulse would quicken
each time she entered the room …
‘cuz, she brought the beer.
 
 
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tanka haiku:
 
Are there a lot or
are there not many? Is AS
rare or prevalent?

Help us to clear things up by
asking … “How Many Spondys?”

 
 
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