Share morning haiku
Wash, dress, eat. Gather my lance.
Tilt at a windmill
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Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com Opportunities
Missed and taken paved the way
On the road to ruin -
Photo by Stijn Dijkstra on Pexels.com All world troubles stuffed
In a consilience trunk
Biophilia -
my good intentions
have paved my very own road
brick by brick to hell
while my very low
expectations have served me
well on chosen path -
turn over new leaves
return to a time before
my get up and go
got up and went out into
autumn rain from the get go -
To name a thing is
To know a thing is nothing
To think about names -
Penciling some prose
By lamplight in my garret
Teenage evening flow -
Toy car drives Persian
rug imagined road pattern
President Ike talking
Large wood cabinet
Small round cathode tube. Big dials
Traffic builds on rug -
Seraphim getting
Lost in a fog of feelings
Humanities grist -
it's common knowledge
what mice, men, and god think of
any plan you make -
The Sentient Bean
My morning fine grind coffee
Makes me extra woke -
Sometimes when riffing
Between high notes and low notes
We need a grace note -
shimmering drizzle
of waning moonlight shone down
on our grassy bed -
They say when in Roam
Just do as the Roamers do
So I roam about -
Nix the water sprite
Put the nix on the vain gods
noxious advances -
more than a trickle
a media shower of
crackpot false problems -
Photo by Tara Winstead on Pexels.com we grew into our
ideals as we now appear
to grow out of them -
Old folks dance party
Lost gossamer lunar light
Spinning new moon rave -
Such sweet memories
Soft breeze o'er Lake Michigan
Sunset on the dunes -
Puffery penguins
All in a row, squawk the squeaks
Big bloated bird seeks -
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foggy morn twaddle
high tide lifts all boats they smirk
death by trickle down
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Peak Dexterity
Hit the groove between the songs
On spinning album
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I do not take my
plum crisp, I much prefer soft
wrinkled and moist prunes
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Blowin’ in the wind
Leaves mimic a kite in flight
Without strings attached
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Out in the barnyard
Stinkiest foul fowl proclaimed
Pheasants bow to me
Pecked and scratched his messy mark
All his chickens clucked around
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feels no need to primpa mushroom is always anattractive fungi -
Sitting on my porch
Spring rain falling as I clutch
Favorite beer cozy
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Cabinet tchotchkes
Emporium of the dim
Displayed for the world
Unctuous eunuchs submit
Kneel and bob in unison
grinding decencyto a pulp in our mortarwith heinous pestle
Build your own meaningAttach it to what you willMake sure it’s secure
public spewed phooeyin a dense fog of hooeyhead swine oinks “Sooey!”
incognito me
used to hide the hidden me
shell for real me
Me out in the woods
Playing red light green light game
With a skittish deer
Head knows it’s better
To cleave our bond asunder
But heart will wonder
before you harvest
the bloom of your desires
sow them deep then reap
My timeline review
A tour of the great future
I have behind me
Fresh laughter erupts
As each new grift is put forth
But it ain’t funny
My big sheep costume
Has a cotton ball glue skin
Flocculent Fuzzy
Is my Tik Tok nom de plume
Like. 👍🏻 Share. ⤴️ My big baaa baaa boom 🐑
Add a pinch of weird
A dash from my stash. Voilà !
A folly dollop
Words left unspokenRemain forever unheardNow that’s not absurd
seeing past our nose
myopic psychotic sight
tainted focus world
Claim they can fix it
But that’s because they broke it
Conservative scams
Gusty branches groan
Willows sway and start to bud
Coaxed into new life
I’m over my head
Taken the plunge and let go
Awash in living
Summer day bike ride
Found a wet cement pillar
At sun baked streets end
City park bubbler welcome
At last a cooling swallow
I was buried deep
Only then could I begin
To dig myself out
because how we roll
spin pitch and yaw through our space
lucky to live on
a planet so nice we get
equinox equinox twice
a thought for the daypositive to negativemy daily discharge
Out on the corner
Arm outstretched with my palm up
Need some spare night change
Passion for fashion
With all those palettes clashing
Never been my style
Not sayin’ I’m dull or nuthin’
But gray’s my color druthers
Slap happy pappy?Hoosier mamma drama joke?Jog my memory
Eating mulberries
Nap on the cool soft park grass
Simple joys of youth
A fishy story
Once upon a tadpole tale
A hook closed the book
built reality
on low-res timeline, now queued
for hi-res render
He had his orders
Sir Daffodil Dragonfly
Slay all the Griffons
all good fun until
first radioactive wave
covers your hare pie
Soft shoulders above
Velveteen bodice below
Romance is afoot
existence is a
fine blend of euphoria
and ambient dread
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existence is a
fine blend of euphoria
and ambient dread
Haiku a Day 
