Classic Haiku
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autumn wind --
a graveyard in Ise
even more lonely
~ Basho
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Pure white plum blossoms
slowly begin to turn
the color of dawn
~ Buson
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Kalliope Haiku
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yellow maple leaf--
the ragged edges
of your last song
~ Cindy Tebo
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dogwalker in the rain
secret smile
recalls a lover's kiss
~ Michele Broton
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Old toy on a shelf,
alone, forgotten, beloved.
Two hearts collect dust.
~ Paula W.
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Lightning over sea
Heavy clouds filled with promise
Hands lift to heaven
~ Sherain V.
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In a dream about Haiku
I reach the grove at midday
to find Basho giggling
picking pears and plums
and cherry-blossoms
~ George
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cherry blossoms fall
when Basho leaps
into the frog pond
~ Cindy Tebo
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blood on the stone
he carved out his heart
to throw into
the whistling river
~ George
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Tonight on the breeze,
your voice found me; astonished
the willow spoke back.
~ Cindy Tebo
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StreetWrites Haiku
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Silent white mountain.
Splash of cardinals feeding.
I break my ski run.
~Anitra Freeman
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My son hangs up on me.
The tulips will be under snow
all winter.
~Anitra Freeman
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I've been living in the twilight zone
but the border crossing's a bitch.
~Reneene Robertson
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If your brain is not dirty
can you then be brainwashed?
~Reneene Robertson
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Unnatural act
vegetarian pizza
eaten through the nose.
© Dr. Wes Browning
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'56 Chevy.
Divided Highway Ahead.
My girlfriend's behind.
© Dr. Wes Browning
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Construction workers
on lunch break line the sidewalk.
More damn street-people.
~Anitra Freeman
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Particle accelerators
make Earth introspective --
may disappear into her own navel.
~Anitra Freeman
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