haiku

Awash with Mass

Density is when

The skull grows ever thicker

Yet hat size unchanged

~*~

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Good Junk

Being resourceful

Is discovering new things

when down in the dumps

~*~

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Morning Triku XIV

Daylight Savings

Daylight saved for whom?

Sunlight gone when needed most

Autumn afternoon

Morning

Milk slime on coffee chilled

Cloudy air thick – Ashtray’s filled

Frozen words – Time killed

Itch

Pain and Desire

The itch when scratched itches more

Only time relieves

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Halloween Triku II

All Hollows’ Eve

Ghost’s haunt, zombies flaunt,

monsters walk with you and I.

Sun’s rise all will die.

Tricky Treat

Full moon, rustling feet,

Trick-or-treaters rule the street.

Sweet tithes strangers greet.

III

Sweet Irony

What’s the best and worst

of a great Halloween glut?

Death by chocolate!

~*~

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Halloween Triku

Trick-or-Treater’s loom

Haunting night of Mother’s gloom

Ghosts in sugar tomb

Silver ball in black sky

Inviting us all to die

Wake not – never cry

Night’s end – Day’s arise

Laughter, whispers, silent cries

Time is our disguise

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Another Halloween Triku

Spell-ing

Halloween’s at night,
why a holiday? It should
be a holi-night.
~

Boom

Halloween weekend,
energy beyond compare.
Candy for breakfast.
~

Ortumnal

Autumn is calling,
it’s voice crackling underfoot,
chilling in context.

~*~
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Ahead of the Curve – Morning Triku

Circuitous

Yin and Yang’s never
just black and white, but it is
always circular.

~
Foresight

With age comes brighter
introspection, for the dark
is to near sighted.

~
Just a Peek

Know thyself, climb high,
peaks fleeting, limits unknown –
unless exceeded.

~*~
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Morning Triku #138 – Ends

May the Force be You

Seeing the bright side

can only enlighten the

time on the dark side

Red Read

The final haiku

will be writ large in the blood

of mankind’s silence

Day Dreaming Nightmare

If you’re the one of

my dreams how can I ever

believe you’re real

~*~

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Morning Haiku XXII

River Art

Sands paint stony face

Dancing rock and boulders sculpt

Drawn to waters fall

Sad-Day

Sadness is waking

To the realization

It’s still yesterday

Bad Taste

Bottled hate ferments

Corks blow, froth spews and lips stain

Always vinegar

~*~

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Rush to Fall

When the last leaf falls

the tree will still be a tree

Only time has changed

~*~

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Autumn’s Dark Magic

Bunnies disappear

leaves afloat in chilly air

spelling winter’s near

~*~

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The Fall

Autumnal paths shared

Golden leaf falls from above

Shared hearts fall in love

~*~

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Time to Mend

Summer’s soon to end.

Autumn’s just around the bend.

Warmth’s shared with a friend.

~*~

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Poem

Fledglings flee the pen

To graze parchment fields lush

Blossoming mature

~
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Morning Triku 40

Weighty Thought

If every cloud

Had a lining of silver

We’d all need helmets

Cobwebs

To know is not to

Remember but to recall

Events correctly

Untimely

Birth’s in an instant

Life is never long enough

Yet death infinite

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Morning Triku XXIX

Smith’s Askew View

Pyramids on point

Exposing many, shades few

Capitalist view

Lacking

People who know all

Are people who are lacking

Imagination

Contrasts

Chilly, soggy, gray

Golden leaf beneath our feet

Foggy autumn day

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Memorialization

Good memories keep,

let the bad fade – then there’s room

for when better’s made.

~*~

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Morning Triku #41

Caution-

Image in mirror

Is milliseconds older

upon reflection

A Positive Negative View-

When sunny days dark

Negative ink shades dark light

Starry nights all’s bright

Prepoetry-

A poet’s muscle

Sculpted one word at a time

A very long time

~*~

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Morning Triku IX

Early

Too early to rise

Yesterday’s still in my eyes

Please turn off the sky

Chill

Morning chill alas

Open windows, smell of grass

Summer’s soon to pass

Past

The first school bus ride

Little faces pressed on glass

Good bye to the past

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Goose Bumps

The water’s warmest,

air’s often not, late summers’

precarious spot

~*~

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Morning Triku XXIVb

Cooked Info

Making decisions

With half the ingredients

Is always half-baked

The Other Side

Coins have two faces

Heads and tails denominate

Middles fill the slots

Sweet Lava

Melting into sea

Colors and flavors for all

Neapolitan

~*~

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East West

~*~

Snoops a-snoopin free

Poet Pops and braided fops

Doppelgangers’ we

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Outpourings from the poor old porous mind of Steve Kittell