A Delightfully Rainy Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:
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They were delicate
negotiations, therefore
doilies were exchanged.
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Swimming with the tide
may take you into oceans
of profound regret.
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March to diff’rent drums,
waltz to other violins,
but by all means, move …
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 Ultimately, what
reveals your soul, is whether
or not you can laugh.
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Do not focus on
the silliness of youth, but
how you overcame it.
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A wilted flower’s
not a metaphor for your
Life, it’s a warning.
When you remove yourself from
what nurtures you, life’s over.

Bonus companion poem: 
When you wilt upon a table,
you won’t blossom, you’re not able.
Try to flower and you’ll find
your roots have all been left behind.
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 Geisha on a bridge,
watches the swans, then hurries
off to serve the tea.
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 His toy soldiers were
lying in the lawn; battle
called due to bedtime.
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 tanka haiku:

Ahh, perchance to dream,
and in such dreams do young men
wrestle with their world.


For fortune’s a tricky thing;
destiny a mystery.
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 Near a coral reef,
they snorkled with some friends
they met at the spa.
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 Purgatory? The
hell of it is, you can’t get
heavenly coffee.
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Pandora’s box … The
world’s ills once resided there …
now, what’s left is hope.
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Take off your pants, then
eat a tomato sandwich …
happiness ensues.
(Inspired by my  friend from Portland OR, and fellow Spondy, Felicia Campbell.)
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My wishes for you:
Your quest never ends, and your
heart ever widens.
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On rainy mornings,
I sip coffee and I read …
the dog nuzzles me. 
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Aggravating man.
Infuriating woman.
Nice couple though.
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She was of good faith
and did all of the right things,
still, she felt empty.
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In their lonely rooms,
writers peck their keyboards, ’til 
inspiration strikes!
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Somewhere in the deep
recesses of my brain sleep
forgotten haikus.
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Siamese twins are
conjoined. Why are Siamese
kittens just confused?
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We reap what we sow,
sew what we rip, and never
Mark Twain shall we meet.
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