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Haiku Alley

Dark alleys call me

cold mist gets inside my clothes ~

I sleep shivering.

Copyright © Michael Newman

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MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul

Copyright © humble b

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Halloween Haiku (for Linda-Marie the sweetheart of P.S.'s contest)

Halloween Haiku
(9.7.10)

Suburban parade:
A night to transform yourself,
and beg without shame.

Subsequent morning:
Pillowcases wear make up-
Wrappers and trinkets.

The Thanksgiving porch:
Mouth with one neglected tooth-
The jack-o-lantern.

Copyright © John Taylor

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haiku

Anna is future
solution in context of country
we will rest in peace.



*Anna is leader, brought uprising against corruption in India.

Copyright © SAURABH GUPTA

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Haiku Cigarettes

Cigarettes are gross. They can really kill you too Dead. Gone. Forever

Copyright © humble b

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LOVE - HAIKU

Love is as love does Peace begets peace; happy day Unconditional

Copyright © humble b

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DEATH WISH HAIKU A Musical History of Cigarettes

 DEATH WISH HAIKU (AS Musical History of Cigarettes)
L.S.M.F.T.
Snooky Lanson sang it clear
smoke in every ear.

From your Hit Parade,
Frank Sinatra blew the words one time
Didn't Fence Him In.

Dorothy Collin's voice
America there's only one to smoke
Lucky Strike's the one.

Drifting up her nose
pulling smoke into her lung
biting on her tongue

what is she doing?
coffins closing in with nails
death as slow as snails.

Do you want a Lucky?
More satisfaction pleasure
undertakers measure.

Camel smoke was nil
More Doctors smoked  Lucky Strikes
Than Mike Hammer smoked.

Nicotine all day
tie hers up in Christmas bows
blow it out her nose.

Free on Navy ships
Sailors never saw the light
Though the match was free.

Copyright © Vee Bdosa

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a subjective haiku

a rest stop could that be water on the floor?

Copyright © Charles Henderson

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He knows by heart- haiku

He knows by heart
all constellations on heaven-
the old homeless man.

Copyright © Vassilis Comporozos

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HAIKU

In the distance saws
Assault morning's quietness.
Tears fall like the trees.

Copyright © Sara Giroux

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Haiku

Write here heart and soul,
Use words, why won't they listen?
Write here, change the world.

Copyright © Shelton Brown

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Haiku 18 - mirrored

Human tragedy, 
the color of hopeless mornings.
Sadness is constant.  
            •
Sadness is constant,  
a landscape of fear and fire.
Consummatum est.

Copyright © Jack Jordan

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Tyrant Haiku

The clock's time is off.
Like a capricious tyrant,
my cell is bothered.

Copyright © Vincent Caruso

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REUNION [Haiku 4]

Twenty years on, school.
faces same, attitudes and egos change
dissapointed why?

Copyright © George McDougall

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Twenty Haiku

Now she sits down, head
hung low as my soul,
picking at the grass

Her head’s on the desk
counting out the syllables
just like me

When the moment calls
ah, what use are syllables
let’s break the cycle

Five seven five five
five seven five seven five
five seven five five

Tick tock, going round
and round and round and round and
round and round and round

As eons crawl by
the moments repeat themselves
only for those who listen

Facsimile smiles
she told me this yesterday
and I know the secret

“Cut it out guys, it’s
serious as a heart attack”
that was good timing

A hole on the knee
a hole in her jeans
a hole in my soul, oh yeah

Counting out the words
what utter futility
what else in our lives?

Eight bars of light sit
on the ceiling, letting us
see what we are doing

Impeach Bush and Cheney
afterdowningstreet.org
says the orange bracelet

until they all come home, I
will wear this yellow bracelet
to show my solidarity

Hair stands on my hand,
blown by the breeze
of the air-conditioner

A silver cross is hung
from the fire alarm
blown as well on the breeze

Under the sun, we
play out our peaceful lives
never stopping to think

Dammit, go away
sit down, because you
are the freak

“Nice guys finish last”
stop talking to my lady
well, not really my lady

This feeling,
I must deal with it
Alone

Dangerous, dangerous lady!
Don’t you know you’re heading down
the road to heartbreak?

Copyright © Jesse Jones

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Haiku Prince Tags Carolyn Devonshire

This a test I see?
My skills on the line this time,
The “King” has chosen.
New kid on the block,
Now called the prince of Haiku,
I accept and kneel.

The day almost done,
As light surrenders to night,
The pressure rises.
Palms soaked pure sweat drips,
The quill trembles in my grasp.
Must not disappoint.

What style to complete,
Must dazzle King of Haiku.
Choka a challenge.
Must follow his steps.
For you my King a tough choice
You’re prince will perform.

My note now complete,
The task to choose the victim. 
Search for souls to tag,
My eyes burrow deep,
Carolyn Devonshire.
Tag your it my dear!

By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 05/20/09

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*I couldn't resist Carolyn. Your such a good friend in so short of time. :-)

Copyright © Nathan Leccese

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Haiku

Human being’s mind rhyme
A moment of undefined time
Interacting with a fine chime
Kissing the fruit of a wild lime
Understand nature’s sublime

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago

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Haiku King tags Haiku Prince

The pigeon arrived,
    With rays of the morning sun;
Amongst dew's first kiss.
    A pleasant morning,
    Full of splendorous brisk air;
Magnificent bliss.

    Word from my steward,
    Graces the rolled parchment scroll;
My torch has been lit.
    Ruben sent his note,
    Expressing that he tagged me;
And now I am it.

    With my royal pen,
    I ponder the soul I’ll tag;
As the day unfolds.
    The Queen of Footle..? 
    Perhaps not, she’s been away;
Who will I bestow..?

    I search my minds eye,
    Eating my cluster of grapes;
Before I address.
    Selecting the man,
    Known as the Prince of Haiku;
Nathan Bane Leccese.



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* Nathan, you are it!

Copyright © Raul Moreno