This month’s batch of haiku are nothing to sneeze at, so I hope you enjoy them. All feedback is welcome.
Sleet, hale, and hard rain,
I’m his umbrella girlfriend;
soaking wet, sure thing.
Lavender crocus
nestled in decaying leaves;
God’s hide-n-seek game.
Solve my equations,
square this constant attraction
to foil my feelings.
No need to change lanes.
Stop looking for an exit,
we’re already there.
Bet on your best dream;
triple down; mark in the books;
parlay your passion.
Cinematic friend,
those full lips the main feature?
Find my front-row seat.
One more mindless crime,
offend, grab a neck, slam quick;
their show must go on.
Witty, warm, and wise,
I wasn’t expecting that;
you’re one of my kind.
The priest’s first request,
a wafer-thin forgiven,
eat of my flesh, blessed.
Can’t catch happiness;
cheery mucus pathogens,
smiling contagions.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
I got a real double entendre from changing lanes, brilliant.
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Thank you; the drive is sometimes the destination, I’ve found.
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one or two beltways!
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Some crackers here. My personal favourite, witty warm and wise…
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I like that one very much as well. Thanks for reading and commenting, Hobbo.
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Ah. My understanding seems to be correct. This “Haiku” form seems to me abused by some. You play by the rules. Enjoyed these reads. Thank you.
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Thank you, kindly. I write at least one a day, but thought I’d share a few that seem passable at the end of the month.
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the first two work best for me: clear, witty, brilliant 🙂
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