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.

*  *  *

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.

*  *  *

Twitter poetry

is a cheeseburger with fries

and a diet Coke.

*  *  *

Grandma’s patchwork quilt

of old days long remembered

one stitch out of time.

*  *  *

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.

*  *  *

Sunday afternoon

Michelle, ma belle, on vinyl

kinda lazy day.

*  *  *

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.

*  *  *

Monday ain’t no worse

than a ne’e-do-well Thursday.

It just seems like it.

*  *  *

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.

*  *  *

Dig the blue mohawk

coloring the River Walk

in old San Antone.

*  *  *

Monday walk about

the yard thinking to mow but

not now, tomorrow.

*  *  *

She stood there for us,

resolute in her beliefs

and kicked their asses.

*  *  *

It’s been a good day

and it’s not even lunchtime.

Hard work is the key.

*  *  *

Sunday is a day

of restaurant deciding;

Thai or fried chicken?

*  *  *

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.

*  *  *

I have a poem

tree blooming from my top shelf.

It reveals the world.

*  *  *

He was a good cat

that didn’t give a rat’s ass

a chance to relax.

*  *  *

Can’t miss the sunrise,

the sweetest part of the day.

Gus and his biscuits.

*  *  *

Outside, an old owl.

I have no answers for him,

but he keeps asking.

*  *  *

It don’t come easy:

the good stuff, rewards, self-worth.

Only through hard work.

*  *  *

That shower was nice

but the ground sucked it up dry

as a martini.

*  *  *

Sunday-morning news:

Walmart Sells Deep Fried Twinkies.

Unhealthy? So what?

*  *  *

Tuesday, what a lark;

rise, shine, work, love, show kindness,

forge a better world.

*  *  *

Headline News: A smile;

Next up in sports: Simone Biles;

Weather: Sunny, mild.

*  *  *

The Queen of England

is made of cosmic star stuff

just like you and me.

*  *  *

The place seems empty

now that she’s no longer here

to say good morning.

*  *  *

Coffee, porch, sunlit

trees, cool breeze and mockingbird

impersonations.

*  *  *

Stick with haiku, son.

That simple 5-7-5

suits your intellect.

*  *  *

Last summer rainstorm,

oh how I love the way you

keep me from mowing.

*  *  *

Autumn always sneaks

in through Summer’s back screen door

just to sit a spell.

*  *  *

Gracious how the week

progresses to Saturday

and gives me a lift.

*  *  *

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

*  *  *

San Antonio

Saturday street ArtPace-ing

haiku in the wild.

*  *  *

Back home on the cool

porch breezes and hot coffee

cup between my hands.

*  *  *

Lazy-day cookin’

red beans and cornbread lookin’

like my kind of grub.

*  *  *

It’s anybody’s

guess who’s coming to dinner,

but we always share.

*  *  *

Another debate?

Weren’t the first two more than clear?

Never Trump! Never!

*  *  *

Watching meteors

shower over my homestead.

Streak, flash, and then gone.

*  *  *

Cool Texas morning.

Hot Columbian coffee.

All is well, for now.

*  *  *

In case you missed it,

I used ICYMI

in a tweet today.

*  *  *

Wednesday haiku night.

Smoke-filled room, beer, pen, paper.

Just me and the boys.

*  *  *

Circus still in town.

Scary clown won’t go away.

Damn the elephants.

*  *  *

An extra hour?

I’ll use mine out on the porch,

just being quiet.

*  *  *

Just another day

to plot how we’ll change the world

for the good of all.

*  *  *

Out of many, one

nation of all the people

we must overcome.

*  *  *

The old clock is tick

tocking, mocking all this time

we think is owed us.

*  *  *

Saturday night life

around the kitchen table:

talk, laugh, friends, food, love.

*  *  *

Today’s grand exploit?

I went out to get the mail.

It was only junk.

*  *  *

I don’t mind the rain

as long as it knows its place:

Out. Not leaking in.

*  *  *

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

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THE END