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[M]

“The streets are crumbling,
vined, and woody,” said lithe, long-
haired Robin Hoodie.

[Lee]

Bow drawn back, arrow in place,
Robin aimed at garbage's face
"This is a takeover."

[Guy]

LOL!
With the smell of trash
Robin was overtaken,
Mistaken, and true.

[M]

Vines conquered buildings
and streets. She rescued poodles
and lived in a hearse,

scrounged crackers, baked beans,
Velveeta and noodles, wrote
macaronic verse.

“My poems,” she shrugged,
“may seem cryptic, for they’re post-
apocalyptic.”

[Guy]

LOL!

[Ryan]

From the grave she wrote
dark verse - of doom, beans, the end
of the universe.

[M]

She slid a ray gun
from her purse. Her dark eyes flashed.
Her orders were terse:

“C.J.! Lee! Stand where
you are! I’m taking this ship
to a burned-out star.”

[Guy]

:-)

[Ryan]

The steampunk starship
left the wharf, her crew seeking
a giant white dwarf.

[M]

“Why here?” his friends asked--
“This strange, changeless sky.” Resigned,
he said, “Don’t ask Y.”

[Guy]

LoL!

I do not know why
the sky has been split with 'Y'
and inertia's sigh.

[M]

The fortune cookie
said, “Go home. Take the wye
near the aerodrome.”

He read the roadmap
by a streetlight, stomped the gas,
roared off in the night.

A hobo, face lined
with regret, shaking his head,
stubbed a cigarette.

[Ryan]

Straight-lining corners,
tempting fate, he redlined it
down the interstate.

Off the beaten track
he turned, searched dell and meadow
for the girl he spurned.

[M]

He hit the brakes, raised
a cloud of dust. The dairy’s
skewed gates sagged with rust.

She stood in the drive.
Her sultry smile guessed the pegged
needle on his dial.

[Ryan]

Excellent, M!

[M]

Thank you, Ryan! Yours was a delight to follow.

[M]

The fare made Burt scowl.
The salmon tasted fishy.
The roast duck was foul.

[Ryan]

Ernie called the cops,
Burt must pay - a Big Bird roast
he'd dined on today.

[Sarah]

Burt would not confess
Though the feathers betrayed him.
Oscar trashed the corpse.

(M & Ryan, it doesn't rhyme, but the one I tried to rhyme stank.)

[Ryan]

Excellent, Sarah! Far better than my cheap rhyme :)

[M]

The celebrity
roast, sponsored by Max Factor,
held much foul joking.

Big Bird was smoking.
Kermit, the host, named Burt best
supporting actor.

[Ryan]

Wow!

[Ryan]

Burt approached Ernie,
begged to make up. Ernie said,
"No, that bird has flown."

Snuffleupagus
packed his trunk for Bedrock, changed
his name to Flintstone.

[Guy]

Lol!
All excellent. Sarah's, yours was pitch perfect.

Hello M and Ryan. No time to write anything tonight. Packing to move tomorrow. Interesting times. (Leaving wife after 37.5 years. Crazy stuff.)

[Sarah]

Thanks, Ryan and Guy. M & Ryan, you're waaayy ahead of me in this haiku stuff. I had to count syllables 4 times to make sure I got it right. Take me back to free verse, quick!

Hey Guy, thoughts are with you. Tough times for sure.

[Sarah]

OK, I can't resist. M & Ryan, this is your fault.

Dino got jealous
Of Snuffy Flintstone's new gig,
Left for the Jetson's.

[M]

George and Jane, next thing
they knew, had neighbors shouting,
“Yabba dabba doo!”

[Ryan]

Snuffy got sniffly
watching his friendly neighbors
sweepin' clouds away.

[M]

He transferred his brain
to an old PC, then ripped
it all to the Cloud,

thinking to outwit
Alzheimer’s. Snuffy’s cocktails
were seven-limers.

[Ryan]

Haha! Nice, M :)

[M]

Thank you, Ryan! I’m not sure what happened. Sometimes I think this thread is like an ink-blot test.

[Ryan]

Snuff soon upgraded
to a place without windows,
changed his name to Mac.

[M]

They ordered big Macs
and Apple pies, lived on shakes,
stole the Gobblins’ fries.

[Ryan]

They quit their Jobs, hid
behind Gates, returned to days
of ladders and snakes.

[M]

She tried to escape
through the dormer. That she fell
just made her madder.

At the trial, which was
the former no one could tell,
or which the ladder.

[Mark]

Of these guided thoughts,
of guests gone yet remaining,
sounds of tears in rain.

This guarded memory,
of remembered guest, like ghost,
and like ghost, remain.

[M]

Very nice, Mark!

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

If only I was
"Better, helped ones, did something!"
Rocking in my chair.

If only we could
See what we'd done, greater than
what we think we bear.

[M]

His calculations
were suspect, his eyes weak, his
projections astral,

his hasty marriage
wrecked, his prospects bleak, his land
surveys cadastral.

[M]

The glib way the play
was styled, its clever allure,
just drove Oscar wild!

[Jan]

David copped it
Oliver twisted
Dickens of a writer!

[M]

Nice one, Jan!

That fortune’s fickle,
fame tardy, made Edward leer
and Thomas hardy.

[Jan]

It came out with one word missing...not sure why.
Should have been

David copped it
Oliver twisted
Dickens of a writer!

[Ryan]

It’s a glitch on the GR app, Jan. It happens to mine too. Everything is there as it should be when viewed on a web browser. Great haiku, by the way :)

Now Stephen is King,
like Will was before - giants,
shaking mighty spears.

[M]

Moldy vampires take
all comers in Sunnydale,
where Buffy summers.

[Ryan]

New moon banishes
the mottled hues of twilight,
an old love eclipsed.

[M]

I think the mottled hues of twilight is a beautiful, evocative phrase!

The last light wavered
on reeds, the pond. A columned
ruin loomed beyond.

[Ryan]

Thanks, M. You’ve set a beautiful scene.

[Lee]

Why should they be ashamed?
They feel like evil villains!
Yet fight like children.

[M]

For breakfast he ate
a doughnut shop, for dinner
an alley of oaks.

He was a giant,
his life a flop and the butt
of back-alley jokes.

“Should’ve run away,”
was his thought, “been a sideshow
at cheap circuses.”

What had pride led to?
Naught but a diet of dough-
nuts and quercuses.