A New Year Begins at the Haikulodeon – 01-04-2013

 

Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:
 
 
 
 
 
As the old year wanes,
the new year waits for its cue.
I pace nervously.
 
 
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Because humans don’t
have reset buttons … we had
to invent “New Years.”
 
 
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 Start over once more.
You have not failed, you’ve earned the
opportunity.
 
 
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Good to know; though you
can’t alphabetize chaos,
you can order fries.
 
 
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An old weathered rope,
hangs ’round a lonely fence-post;
purpose forgotten.
 
 
 
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 In Grandma’s parlor,
quiet domesticity …
and a sleeping cat.
 
 
 
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There, at her bedside,
were her friends and family;
‘Welcome back from Oz.’
 
 
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Mind all aflutter,
She left her glasses at home
and her keys at work.
 
 
 
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 Living with a dog,
means there’s likelihood for an
adventure today.
 
 
 
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A wooden bucket
with its bottom rotted out,
should be redefined.
 
 
 
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Careless flirtations,
imprudent actions cause pain.
But love will survive.
 
 
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A glorious day
seeps through my window shades, and
makes my fears retreat.
 
 
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Sadly, I awake
to find my dreams have ended
and the world still turns.
 
 
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tanka haiku: 
 
If what you believe,
demands willful ignorance,
you will not succeed …

for the light of truth is found
in all that truly prospers.

 
 
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tanka haiku:
 
Horizontal lines,
adjust the Vertical Hold,
play with Rabbit Ears.

TVs were simple once. Now,
we need to call Tech Support.

 
 
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What could be greater
than coaxing a smile from a
shy, unhappy child?
 
 
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She recalls fondly
how one rainy afternoon
they ‘shared’ an awning.
 
 
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Are you a misfit
and conspire to rebel?
Get in line, my friend.
 
 
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Sometimes I’m awake,
When I should be fast asleep,
dreaming I’m awake.
 
 
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I find solitude
on a hand-carved wooden bench
near the bridle path.
 
 
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He waits nervously,
hears his cue, boldly enters …
“Tis I!” (sans trousers)
 
 
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Have you seen my thoughts?
They sometimes wander through here,
searching for meaning.
 
 
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