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Two vagrants debate
The State of the Union speech
On the crosstown bus.

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A Caterpiller
Slowly inches up a branch
Butterfly within.

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Walking the shoreline
As the fog envelopes me
I absorb the calm.

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Years later, I find
My secret forest hideout
Just a field of stumps.

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Pristine snow ruined
By the faint red marks which bleed
From my brand new sled.

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A scarf hides her face
Her hair tucked under her hat
Mystery woman

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The gingham blanket
Wrappped tight around the infant
Shields it from the cold.

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In a deep, dark cave
A lonely soul contemplates
The wide world outside.

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The birds know it first
While the cats don't have a clue.
Spring's not far away.

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A brisk morning run
Sweat breaks out on my forehead
The wind stings my face.

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Thin layers of ice
Cover the leafless branches
The landscape glistens..

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Bitter cold morning
Dog owners forced out of bed
By their anxious pets.

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I walk in the rain
Proceeding with great caution
Avoiding puddles

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I'm thoroughly soaked
But the Winter's rain won't quit
Till Spring flowers bloom.

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At last, morning comes
A rabbit in the meadow
Listens intently.

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A dark, gray morning
Serious people crowd me
I can't help but grin

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Without a warning
Trucks collide on the corner
Police cars converge

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As the clouds disperse
Stars twinkle in the night sky
My heart leads me home.

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A wet snow falling
Too warm to stick to the ground
Still feels like Winter.

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A single dead leaf
Floating down to the sidewalk
Triggers dreams of youth.

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A girl with pierced cheeks
Wanders through the East Village
Trying to fit in.

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These short poems, written by an anonymous Spondville resident, are in the Japanese haiku style, 3 lines each, with the syllable count per line being 5, 7, 5.   Each haiku is to be read as a separate and distinct poem, not in any way connected to what comes before or after.  This is a sampling of haiku I have written in the past. To see my daily haikus, follow me on Twitter. (Spenser23) or find me on Facebook as Michael Smith / Spenser23
This Page last updated on March 28, 2012
(all haiku copyright 2012 by m.t.s.)
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the well worn pathway
which leads to instant pleasures
ends in emptiness

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Unadorned fir trees
Clutter sidewalks at Christmas
And dream of glory

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A startling find
Mementos from long ago
When the couch was moved.

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A frisky kitten
Leaps and runs and purrs all day
Then sleeps in my lap

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the snowy landscape
seems to go on forever
Pennsylvania morning

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wishes on Christmas
Are seldom, if ever filled.
completely, that is.

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a lit cigarette
carelessly tossed to the ground
yet quickly stepped on.


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a red rose opens
revealing all its beauty
to those near the bush

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a harmonica
blows a mournful jailhouse tune
which can set me free
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An Island Sunset
The sky aglow with passion.
Why aren't you with me?

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I walk the shoreline
As the fog envelopes me
I steal the quiet.

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Suddenly I find
My secret forest hideout
Just a field of stumps.

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In the dark of night
Eagles quietly swooping
In search of some food.

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Overcast Monday
Dark clouds loom low overhead
You appear; birds sing.

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Pristine snow ruined
By the faint red marks which bleed
From my brand new sled.

===========================

A scarf hides her face
Her hair tucked under her hat
Mystery woman

============================

The gingham blanket
Wrappped tight around the infant
Shields it from the cold.

==========================

In a deep, dark cave
A lonely soul contemplates
The wide world outside.

===========================

The birds know it first
While the cats don't have a clue.
Spring's not far away.

=========================

A brisk morning run
Sweat breaks out on my forehead
The wind stings my face.

============================

Thin layers of ice
Cover the leafless branches
The landscape glistens..

=============================

Bitter cold morning
Dog owners forced out of bed
By their anxious pet.

============================

I walk in the rain
Proceeding with great caution
Avoiding puddles

=============================

I'm thoroughly soaked
But the Winter's rain won't quit
Till Spring flowers bloom.

===========================

At last, morning comes
A rabbit in the meadow
Listens intently.

=======================

A dark, grey morning
Serious people crowd me
I can't help but grin

=======================

Without a warning
Trucks collide on the corner
Police cars converge

=======================

As the clouds disperse
Stars twinkle in the ngiht sky
My heart leads me home.

========================

A wet snow falling
Too warm to stick to the ground
Still feels like Winter.

==========================

A single dead leaf
Floating down to the sidewalk
Triggers dreams of youth.

=========================

A girl with pierced cheeks
Wanders through the East Village
Trying to fit in.

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A pristine forest
Where no man has ever walked
Survives on its own.

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Lying by the curb
His whiskey in a brown bag
A vagrant sleeping.

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A toddler screaming
Sitting in a grocery cart
His mother pleading

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Windy morning chills
Give way to Sunny afternoons
The glory of March.

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Windy morning chills
Give way to Sunny afternoons
Lifting our spirits.

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Empty city streets
Faint sounds of music playing
Somewhere, a parade.

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My heart re-opened
Only through your insistence
That it was worth it.

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A steady downpour
Creates puddles in the streets
And quiets the birds.

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I nervously wait
The doctor studies my chart
Will I get well soon?

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My nose still clogged up
As the snow-storm approaches
I search for my gloves.

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Formerly treasured
A knick-knack in the garbage
Headed for the Dump.

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No longer useful
A doormat in the garbage
It's welcome worn out.

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Empty flower vase
placed on an antique dresser
Does not need water.

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Fragrant aromas
Awaken my thoughts of you
My long ago love

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Recalled memories.
Of happier times with you.
Still comfort me now.

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A stone partition
Does not stop my neighbor's dog
From barking at me.

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In a robin's nest
Wonders of the world await
Two tiny blue eggs.

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The burdens of Life
Matter little to a child
This joyous spring day

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My body shivers
As the frigid wind blows through
An open window

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On the crosstown bus
Daddy carries their infant
Mommy pays their fare.

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I nervously wait
The doctor studies my chart
Will I get well soon?

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My nose still clogged up
As the snow-storm approaches
I search for my gloves.

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Stubble on my chin
Clothes I've worn for two full days
Still sick as a dog.

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Sunday's Newspaper
Lying outside my front door
Is it worth reading?
A wisp of her hair
Sticks to her sweaty forehead
As she runs to him

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Vacant apartment
Dust settled everywhere now
Your spirit lingers

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October warm spell
The jacket I wore to work
I will carry home
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Whispers in the night
Light seeps under her closed door
Secrets at Midnight

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Father's artifacts
a musty smell permeates
memories preserved

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From atop my desk
An Apple falls to the floor
I reach, but in vain.

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A playful kitten
without fear of reprisal
pounces on the yarn

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The well-worn pathway
leading to instant pleasures
ends in emptiness
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