Friday haiku

The rhododendron 
blossoms, like floral trumpets, 
resound, "Spring is here!"

Thursday haiku

I don't know how a 
coin's pulled from circulation, 
but it's demented

Wednesday haiku

"Built on Purpose" is 
our slogan, since "Built to Make 
Money" seemed tacky

Tuesday haiku

When political 
leaders start a pissing match, 
all of us get soaked

Monday haiku

"Built on Purpose" is
our slogan, since "Built  on a
Whim" has less impact

Weekend haiku

The missing verse is:
If you're happy and you know
it, you're deluded

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The dogwood is in
bloom, while the pussywillow
takes its own sweet time

Friday haiku

He walks with such pride,
though none of us can figure
out what he's proud of

Thursday haiku

I've found that I'm a
strange mix of contradictions,
emphasis on strange

Wednesday haiku

The sky is so blue,
so perfect, even the sun
feels like a blemish

Tuesday haiku

The sky is so blue,
so perfect, the clouds are too
in awe to dare try

Monday haiku

Trees and flowers in
bloom, her mind celebrates, but
not her sinuses

Weekend haiku

The solar panels
beneath my epidermis
refuel, recharge, warm

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The crow caws and croaks,
reminding us to not let
our guard down again

Friday haiku

Billy's deep thought is:
Everything is cyclical,
except for a square

Thursday haiku

Prisoners want to
make calls while locked up, but they
can't have a cell phone

Wednesday haiku

Prisoners, like most
scientists, see life on a
cellular level

Tuesday haiku

The mountains beckon 
me back, year after year, they 
never disappoint

Monday haiku

It's so ironic
that Miami gets roughed up
by a hurricane

Weekend haiku

Roses are the most
logical flowers because
they make the most scents

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Prisoners may not
be egotistical, but
they are cell-centered

Friday haiku

Bill likes all of the
flowers in Jill's garden, but
prefers her tulips

Thursday haiku

Until you can see 
yourself in the "to", you won't 
let go of the "From"

Wednesday haiku

Writing poetry
each week in a coffee shop
has become a grind

Tuesday haiku

Writing poems in
a coffee shop, waiting for
a jolt to arrive

Monday haiku

The dinosaur that
always had the most sex was
the Clitasaurus

Weekend haiku

I've been searching for
someone to turn me on, but
they can't find the switch

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Bill has a girlfriend
who treats him like dirt, and I
think, "Lucky bastard!"

Friday haiku

Hatred will slowly
consume your soul, but also
enjoys halibut