No-Ku
No Haiku today
Sunny thoughts all gone astray
Fog of yesterday
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Ash
Coffee and a smoke
Hot ink burns paper beneath
fumes of wet ash rise
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To
To live is to love
To love is to share your life
To share is to live
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Weathering Heights
With beauty comes love.
With nature comes peace of mind.
Both come change with force.
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Guess Good
Heaven or hell is.
It’s the instant before death.
Pre and post a guess.
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No End
Running on empty,
writing talk of walk the walk,
while crawling on full.
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Heads heat and hearts cool.
Hands fly, lips hurt the eyes see.
Legs run to be free.
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Without exception,
except when exceptional,
all would be the same.
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She floats through the air
Walks on water, eases fear
My goddess, my dear
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To write is to be
always distracted but not
distracted by it
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One can sit or stand,
shut, push, pull, pick or tune up.
But never give up.
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Classic Rock Edition 1
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Only Haiku~
It’s only haiku
And I really do like it
I do, yes haiku
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Songbird~
There are words I know
Sometime they have no meanings
Stairway to haiku
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On and On~
Sing your haiku songs
Find the time for all your dreams
Now’s the time, ramble
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All the Angles
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Slippery slopes oft
Cited often refer to
The user’s forehead
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Keepers Kept
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Love can be given,
Taken, had, made or lost but
Never forgotten
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Butting Heads
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Acting stupid is
Easy though living with the
Reality’s hard
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A negative view
Of others is reflective
Of ones view of self
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A poem written
But never seen, heard or felt
Is it poetry?
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The best thing about
cold and stormy winter nights
is snuggling with you
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Warm up for the bout
Sweaters at the ready and
winter boots dug out
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Roses born of prose
Lasting blooms, barbs wound and woo
Hues bright, rarely blue
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Shadows haze, gaze missed.
A day true ends nights un-kissed.
Shine bright, embrace twist.
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I try to forget
deja’ vu so it doesn’t
bother me again
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In a world of rhyme
all’s poetic, hearts bleeding
is life’s aesthetic.
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Our sands of time are
Either warm and caressing
Or cold and dirty
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Life’s perspective is
our palette to draw from when
all points lead away
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A life spent boosting
Of one’s common sense is a
Life commonly spent
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