The colors at sea

“The colors at Sea”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Haiku:~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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sun shining on you~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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sail away to happiness~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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on a sea of blue.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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clouds of puff pastry~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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melted butter sunshine streaks~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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bright light hungers through.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Jazz Haiku : ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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“DRIFT AWAY”: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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” i wanna get lost~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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the people that freed your soul~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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in your rock n roll”.

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“i never met one” Bubba Haiku

i never met one
lots of people named bubba
people in s.c.
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an hour later
mother- in -law said errin
your UNCLE BUBBA!
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we burst out laughing
i forgot my own uncle
lived to ninety three.
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went to citadel
general westmoreland’s class
sent laotion gifts.
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favorite pen pal
always made whisky sour
it was just sour.

she’s a bomb with nails haiku

“slit from ear to ear”
a rapidly mortal wound
didn’t need a head shot.
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bullet in temple
“it rendered him unconscious”
took time to drag him.
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premeditation
renting car so far away
consciousness of guilt.
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denied at his house
she told tale of two strangers
june fifteenth ‘0 eight.
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a sociopath
because her parents hit her
JODI ARIAS.
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some people are nice
abused who coildn’t hurt fly
but many murder.
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never hit a child
then they stab shoot murder bomb
you will be to blame.

HAIKU : poured some sand out on my desk one day and played

“poured some sand out on my desk one day and played” PART DEUX:~~~
Haiku:~~~
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“HEY MISS”~~~
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We’re pouring concrete~~~

In a few minutes~~~

Like some exercise.~~~

Concrete made from sand~~~

Not knowing what they wanted~~~

Felt safe in saying no.~~~
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“SANDALS” Haiku~~~
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Sandals a resort~~~

Also footwear flip flopping ~~~

Through the sands of time.~~~
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“Where for art thou conch” Haiku

Islemaroda~~~

Home of conch fritters conch stew~~~

Rubbery broiled conch.~~~
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Also home to bone fishing~~~

President bush catches~~~

Them i did not.~~~
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Islemaroda~~~

A consolation prize~~~

Having more sand than the Keyes..~~~
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Two days driving from~~~

S.C. and there was only ~~~

two inches of sand.~~~

Courtship in the Quarter

new orleans haiku:~~~

Only one rabbi~~~

Became a scuba diver~~~

Changing professions.~~~
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She was something else~~~

Tried to take my fiance~~~

Really wish she had.

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The French Quarter of New Orleans is a favorite place for couples to marry, hook up or hang out.

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