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Early-bird Friday special at the Haiku-lodeon ...



This week's heap of haikus:


Sun’s up, day’s begun.
What’s to come will not be fun.
Letting go is hard.



Our hearts are widest
when we put aside our thoughts
and let ourselves feel.



haiku-radio: "Ah, here we are in
Allen's Alley. Let's see if
Titus Moody's home ..."

"Howdy Bub ... Radio? Don't
care fer furniture that talks."

Fred Allen - 5/31/1894 - 3/17/1956






tanka haiku: My neighbor's daughter
has a lemonade stand which
offers free cookies.
    A lousy biz'ness model?
    Yeah, but then, so is Facebook.







My oak tree offers
shade to both friends and strangers ...
Cool breezes extra.






 Sometimes in my dreams,
I meet you in Times Square and
we are "us" again.







It takes letting go
and willingness for one to
find Elysian Fields.





The words some fear most;
"I've become my parents" ... aren't
always set in stone ...






 He's considered dull;
just muddling through Life ... yet
his heart slays dragons.






Chaos is ordered;
Ordinary orderlies
are out of order.






tanka haiku: Sunny, Summer days
running through fields, resting 'neath
the shade of an oak.

    Then we ride bikes to the park
    and play baseball 'til dinner.






Blistering come-backs
bounced through his head, but all he
could say was, "Oh YEAH?!"






This haiku chain from last week's comments section deserves repeating:

Verified Atheist: I step outside, breathe
Nature is wearing perfume
Flowers are harlots

A Man Called Lulu: Flowers are harlots
most purchased for their beauty
this john loves them all.

MrSmith1: Scarlet harlots thrive
in my garden, but you should
see their pimpernel.





Blistering come-backs
bounced through his head, but all he
could say was, "Oh YEAH?!"

The story of my life summed up in 17 syllables. How sad is that?

I have problems with the form. hahahahah....but...




I marched to the store

At dawn with frost in the air

I wore winter clothes


I marched once again

Midmorn in the sun in sweats

My view t'ward the pond


I repeated the journ

At noon in a short-sleeved shirt

A bright sunshine shone


A year's wear in hours

With wonder and awe I saw

A year in a day


A year in a day

Changes can be so awesome

You blink and miss it


Consider the Tao

And you think you know the way

The Tao can vary


We think that we know

But can you deny what shone

A year in a day



Wow, DD.   Thank you for that.  Truly inspiring.

A year in a Day
Unlike a year in a Smith
asks, "Who's Tao art thou?"


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