My 2016 Haiku

Starting with the first haiku I wrote this year, and ending with the last one. Happy New Haiku Year!

I saw the Blackstar
dance in the sky through your eyes,
changing everything.

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If roses were brown
and sugar was peppery,
love would still prevail.

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No shenanigans
today or tomfoolery,
if you please. Thank you.

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Sunday birds singing
David Bowie’s greatest hits,
or so I presume.

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Twitter poetry
is a cheeseburger with fries
and a diet Coke.

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Grandma’s patchwork quilt
of old days long remembered
one stitch out of time.

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That damn cat wants out
and in again on demand,
like I’m her hired hand.

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Cats will not be trained.
They make cat whisperers cry
for even trying.

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There’s a good reason
it's called Tornado Alley
and not Sprinkle Lane.

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In out in out in
out again. What? Now back in?
The fickle feline.

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Sunday afternoon
Michelle, ma belle, on vinyl
kinda lazy day.

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Long day ‘bout over
‘cept for the owl on sentry
asking hard questions.

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You can smell the rain.
At least that’s what they tell me.
My nose is stopped up.

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Monday ain’t no worse
than a ne’e-do-well Thursday.
It just seems like it.

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A warm summer rain
taps on my roof like Sammy
doing Bojangles.

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That old chesnut, love,
should be shared with everyone,
not just our neighbors.

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Dig the blue mohawk
coloring the River Walk
in old San Antone.

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Monday walk about
the yard thinking to mow but
not now, tomorrow.

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She stood there for us,
resolute in her beliefs
and kicked their asses.

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It’s been a good day
and it’s not even lunchtime.
Hard work is the key.

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Sunday is a day
of restaurant deciding;
Thai or fried chicken?

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I don’t think my verse
can save me like I’m hopin’.
But no use mopin’.

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Good morning Monday.
Since we’re going the same way,
can I hitch a ride?

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Sunday afternoon
guilt of way too much reading,
not enough yard work.

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I have a poem
tree blooming from my top shelf.
It reveals the world.

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He was a good cat
that didn’t give a rat’s ass
a chance to relax.

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Can’t miss the sunrise,
the sweetest part of the day.
Gus and his biscuits.

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Outside, an old owl.
I have no answers for him,
but he keeps asking.

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It don’t come easy:
the good stuff, rewards, self-worth.
Only through hard work.

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That shower was nice
but the ground sucked it up dry
as a martini.

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Sunday-morning news:
Walmart Sells Deep Fried Twinkies.
Unhealthy? So what?

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Tuesday, what a lark;
rise, shine, work, love, show kindness,
forge a better world.

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Headline News: A smile;
Next up in sports: Simone Biles;
Weather: Sunny, mild.

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The Queen of England
is made of cosmic star stuff
just like you and me.

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The place seems empty
now that she’s no longer here
to say good morning.

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Coffee, porch, sunlit
trees, cool breeze and mockingbird
impersonations.

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Stick with haiku, son.
That simple 5-7-5
suits your intellect.

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Last summer rainstorm,
oh how I love the way you
keep me from mowing.

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Autumn always sneaks
in through Summer’s back screen door
just to sit a spell.

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Gracious how the week
progresses to Saturday
and gives me a lift.

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A frog in the pond /croaked, croaked, croaked, croaked, croaked all night long / just because, I guess.

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San Antonio
Saturday street ArtPace-ing
haiku in the wild.

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Back home on the cool
porch breezes and hot coffee
cup between my hands.

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Lazy-day cookin’
red beans and cornbread lookin’
like my kind of grub.

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It’s anybody’s
guess who’s coming to dinner,
but we always share.

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Another debate?
Weren’t the first two more than clear?
Never Trump! Never!

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Watching meteors
shower over my homestead.
Streak, flash, and then gone.

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Cool Texas morning.
Hot Columbian coffee.
All is well, for now.

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In case you missed it,
I used ICYMI
in a tweet today.

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Wednesday haiku night.
Smoke-filled room, beer, pen, paper.
Just me and the boys.

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Circus still in town.
Scary clown won’t go away.
Damn the elephants.

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An extra hour?
I’ll use mine out on the porch,
just being quiet.

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Just another day
to plot how we’ll change the world
for the good of all.

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Out of many, one
nation of all the people
we must overcome.

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The old clock is tick
tocking, mocking all this time
we think is owed us.

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Saturday night life
around the kitchen table:
talk, laugh, friends, food, love.

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Today’s grand exploit?
I went out to get the mail.
It was only junk.

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I don’t mind the rain
as long as it knows its place:
Out. Not leaking in.

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I'd rather be home,
but the trail don't go that way.
Someday, yes. Someday.

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THE END


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