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#930- Issa to start the New Year

New Year’s Day—
everything is in blossom!
I feel about average.

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#777 – Jack Kerouac

Because I ❤️ Jack Kerouac and his beautiful words 

The summer chair rocking by itself

In the blizzard

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#662 – more Jack Kerouac

In my medicine cabinet
the winter fly
has died of old age

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#656 – famous haiku

Nightfall,
too dark to read the page
too cold.

Following each other
my cats stop
when it thunders.

Read more: http://anyportinastorm.proboards.com/thread/3089/jack-kerouacs-haiku#ixzz2xgOIQhSc

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#613 – famous haiku

cherry tree watchmen

with their white heads

together

 –

Kyorai  Mukai

from the book “haiku mind 108 Poems to cultivate awareness & Open your heart

by Patricia Donegan

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#498- famous haiku- Basho, Buson, Issa

in the sea-surf edge

mingling with bright small shells

bush-clover petals

~Basho

my two plum trees are

so gracious…see, they flower

one now, one later

~Buson

in city fields

contemplating cherry trees

strangers are like friends

~Issa

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#476 – more Issa

A gate made all of twigs

with woven grass for hinges

for a lock …this snail

Hi! my little hut

Is newly thatched  I see

blue morning glories

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#466 – because I love Issa

As the great old trees
are marked for felling, the birds
build their new spring nests

A flowering plum
and a nightingale’s love song
he remains alone

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#442 – Famous spring haiku

The spring night-

in a dawn of cherry blossoms

it ended

~Basho

Spring too, very soon!
They are setting the scene for it —
plum tree and moon

~Basho

Under the image of Buddha
All these spring flowers
Seem a little tiresome.

~Basho

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#412 – Basho

drinking morning tea
the monk is peaceful
the chrysanthemum blooms

Awakened at midnight
by the sound of the water jar
cracking from the ice

Winter solitude–
in a world of one color
the sound of wind

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