Friday haiku

 I tend to repeat  

myself when I've been drinking.  

I tend to repeat...

Thursday haiku

There are dozens of  

nasty voices in my head,  

and a few nice ones

Wednesday haiku

I'm waiting for the  

phone to ring, though I'm hoping  

that it never does

Tuesday haiku

I've given away  

all of my old batteries;  

they were free of charge

Monday haiku

Everyone says I'm  

stubborn, but I disagree  

every single time

Weekend haiku

When you're still fighting  

a war, it's hard to hold a  

victory parade  

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To start a garden,  

grow anything at all, you  

must first dig a hole

Friday haiku

Spring is almost here,  

two months late, warming our bones.  

We'll take each second

Thursday haiku

Torn page, near the back  

of my journal, almost ripped  

out, I'll still use it

Wednesday haiku

For their wedding night,  

the bride and groom did what you'd  

expect they did: slept

Tuesday haiku

A long weekend in  

Victoria never seems  

to be long enough

Monday haiku

The choir filled the  

church with joyous song, and yet  

I remained empty

Weekend haiku

Sitting in a church,  

hoping I don't burst into  

flames. I'm feeling hot.  

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Sitting in a church,  

hoping I, and the building,  

don't burst into flames

Friday haiku

In a land where the  

eagle is common, we seek  

what for us is rare

Thursday haiku

We scan the flat sea,  

searching for anything that  

will break up the gray

Wednesday haiku

The sky gray, the sea  

gray, the divide a thin line  

on the horizon

Tuesday haiku

Getting my hair cut,  

to look more respectable,  

maybe a little

Monday haiku

If you close your eyes,  

the world may disappear, but  

it won't go away

Weekend haiku

Long ago, I was  

a self-centered narcissist,  

but now look at me  

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When you are hungry,  

it's the only thing that your  

head will focus on

Friday haiku

Tim Tebow's book of  

devotionals, kneeling on  

their coffee table

Thursday haiku

Sunday morning comes,  

meaning Saturday night has  

passed, and Monday looms

Wednesday haiku

Staying in a room  

with guns, bows and bullets, I  

somehow feel less safe

Tuesday haiku

Staying in a room  

with guns, bows and bullets, I  

may not fall asleep

Monday haiku

 Glass shatters, explodes  

across the floor, little bits  

scatter like children

Weekend haiku

If a platypus  

isn't an alien, an  

octopus must be  

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Over the years, I've  

found friends are the family  

that you get to choose

Friday haiku

 For drummers at a  

certain level, Starr power  

is measured in Watts

Thursday haiku

 Sometimes syllables  

add up to more than their count,  

and sometimes they don't