Category: haiku
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raw emotions are like raw data and raw books need to cook them first
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enormity is established after two steps off the bluff of time
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I never confuse A flurry of actions with Productivity
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Political speak Two geese passing in the mist A distant honking
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ingredients bought for big recipe inspire until they expire
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evergreen towers over my old family home cover story told a long ago Christmas tree was planted there and took root
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A frog on a log Obsess on a midair fly Ribbit Ribbit (slurp)
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the world continues without us says the distant domino falling
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Day out for the boy Overcoat over the coat Two layers of joy
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Life in the jetstream Grooving deep in the slipstream Of my waking dream
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Seize the day as oneCherish the day when it’s doneYou know you have won
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social distancing on social media brings quiet quietude
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Couch cushion trenches A fort of fluffy pillows Turn off the TV Tabernacle of TruthHold During siege on decency
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My trusty blackbird Biscuit tied to bush nearby Dear to me, oh my
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Strive to overstand While trying to understand Leads to understood
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One more on my tab A round of liberation Last call for freedom
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one person’s border is another person’s brink before crossing, think
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worldwide levels of the milk of human kindness is in red flag drought
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The cosmic catfish Turned violet under it’s log Trouble was afin
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The glide in my stride The cut in my strut told all My next bounce was nigh
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Meanwhile
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Three wise guys showed up With former partner moaning Rattling life chains Fugetaboutit was first Repast from the distant past Then arrived Liveit Or Livewithit in a blink As an instant wink Hovering in the doorway Was you know who arriving Imminent glory Dontworryaboutit now Pay for it later Wide open to interpret Past…
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Media portrays Lifestyle goals to entrap you In a web of debt
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Entrails have spoken You cannot argue with them Auguries broken
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With my heart on Fir Woke with an oak in my head Pulled up my Birches Kissed my dear Maple goodbye Undid the door Larch and left
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No one’s a buyer Yet everyone’s a merchant Selling vaporware
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Seems like yesterday Had a group the geezer griped To no one but he
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All smoke and savor Wafting up from our altarsLeaving ash behind
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spare me your fiat relationship currency I want to barter
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Donning the sable Self righteous posturing gone Malfeasance galore
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