A Slushy, Snowy Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon 3-08-2013

 
Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:
 
 
 
Snow defiantly
sits on a shaky tree limb.
Wind plots against it.
 
 
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haiku: Serious people
should go out of their way to
validate whimsy.

 
(Posing with Spondyville’s globe-trotting mascot, Stiffy the Snowspondy;  On the left, the head of the Spondylitis society of Slovenia, and on the right, Dr. Matthew Brown, a well-known Spondylitis researcher in Australia.)
 
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haiku: To the smallest ones
give large measures of respect;
troubles drift away.
 
 
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The falling snow was
barely perceptible, yet
his knit scarf got soaked.
 
 
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tanka haiku: Where have the words gone?
Too many are speechless or
worse, they’ve been muted.

I’m not talking politics,
I mean, deep down in our souls.

 
 
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 Whether waging war
or fighting chronic disease,
Courage will rise up.
 
 
 
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There’s just Black or White
in the world of absolutes …
There are no rainbows.
 
 
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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 pretend Time’s not cruel
and hope memories won’t fade.

 
 
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It’s too warm to wear
sweaters and corduroy pants.
Damn, global warming!
 
 
 
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True-Life haiku quintet:
 
 
Dozens of people,
walked right past something wondrous
and did not notice.

A bird, with a large
square ‘bread crumb’ in its beak,
ignored us all, and

kept pecking at the
chip, then picking it up and,
dropping it to break it.

I watched as it kept
trying … Determination
was not rewarded.

And then, it flew off,
plastic square still in its beak,
Hungry and stubborn.

 
 
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A wink to Winter,
a nod to the coming Spring.
I plan my garden.
 
 
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Up hills and down dales,
I expand my horizons …
aided by sore feet.
 
 
 
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Bowls of walnuts sit
on a coffee table made
of their ancestors.
 
 
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Nantucket lightships
cast their beams out to the sea;
“Warning! Rocky Shoals!”
 
 
 
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Stashed behind the soups
in her kitchen pantry was
the choc’late cake mix.
 
 
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 Sometimes we forget;
before we ski down mountains,
we first must climb them.
 
 
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 Her cat likes to play;
it hides under the bed, and
stalks her pink slippers.
 
 
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Two ladies speaking
rapidly and in Spanish,
drown out my iPod.
 
 
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double haiku:
 
Pricey velvet seats;
Orchestra, on the aisle …
It’s Broadway, baby!

The house lights dim, the
overture strikes up, and I
feel alive once more!

 
 
 
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In spite of the cold,
a bird sits in a tree and
sings a song of Spring.
 
 
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 My feet meet the road.
The road is cordial … at first.
Then things get bumpy.
 
 
 
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A journey at dusk,
may be swallowed by darkness,
and done before dawn.
 
 
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She seemed tightly wound …
like a new top, about to
be spun the first time.
 
 
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In dense morning fog,
the field beyond seems painted
with watercolors.
 
 
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A cold little bird,
hops on a slush-y sidewalk,
Corgis ignore it.
 
 
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