Everything's withered
For no additional gain
Long cold nights ahead
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into a long days vortex
to meet my long night -
eleventh hour
on the eleventh day of
the eleventh month -
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treble stanza then braid them
haiku a day wrap -
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That sprouts from what we do now
Act with that in mind -
presenting my new
improved Spud Deluxe spring sky
potato launcher -
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of the event will arrive
eventually -
out on the corner
I juggle the Jujubes
foretell sweet fortunes -
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A positive attitude
Hunting for goodwill -
Photo by RDNE Stock project on Pexels.com The Grumpy Grandpas
In their dotage shuffle charts
Like they're tarot cards
Never mind the auguries
Reading them the way they choose -
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Rarely signals glad tidings
Harbinger of blame -
I should know better
No need for me to chime in
Bell tolls for us all -
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I catch it. I release it.
The spice of my life -
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best not to shirk her prescribed
feeding rituals -
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A drill can build or destroy
Favorite weapon as
slasher film backup or for
environmental rapists -
I sat down to read
Then I forgot to get up
Kept turning the page -
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Objects are objectionable
Disturb resting dust -
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about saying no to despots
dons ironies cloak -
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whatever I can forage
from trellis and ground
tossed in a pot set to stew
only I can burn the soup -
exposition makes
my eyes glaze over that's why
I do the haiku -
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Idolatry glorifies
Selfish behavior
Over good for the many
With fictions in media -
Craiyon Memory's embrace
Woe to the misbegotten
Moments to forget -
Up the down staircase
Goblins of prosperity
Into secret muck -
We've come too far now
We don't need no stinkin' king
We ain't going back -
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on the mend send a different
end around the bend -
barely sentient
pugnacious pugilist pawns
poking the people
only following orders
no matter how illegal -
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an early morning rally
meant smiles for breakfast
Haiku a Day 