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Saturdayist
Peter Bové
United States, New York, Montauk

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A Collection of Haiku

A Collection of Haiku

©1981 by Peter D. Bové


*It’s OK


My heart skips when I hear her name

It’s OK

Harvard medical says





*A desert cafe



A desert cafe

A man enters

The chef and his wife shake their heads






*A Sneeze


Drug store cheese

Save it please I have to sneeze

Breathing is not fun right now




*Bills to Pay


I seek the skies awakening

Eyes before dawn

The mailman arrives




*Boop ba be doop



She sings every day

Much to say

Four tiny words: Boop ba be doop





*But no


Desert dreams of elegant means but no

Clouds burst

The lands thirst fulfilled










*While Daffodils Bloom


Each day she’s gone like

Heavy rocks burden my heart

While daffodils bloom





*Must Be


I’m Flying kites in a Ballentine can

It must be

Something I ate





*Gray Skies


Water falls like rain all day

Sky gray

Where is the moon , a starry night









*Hallelulea


A Gospel tent

Hearts sing timeless songs

Praise the Lord Hallelulea






*This Time


This time I’ll glide save my hide

No time to hide

They won’t get me this time





*Is George There?


Bobby this is Paulette

Is George over there?

May I speak to him please?









*Mint Julep


Spring has come and gone …summer too

I think of life, her eyes

Mint Julep






*Radio Waves


Radio waves play new wave

Live the game now

While there’s still time to dance





*Snow

I smile when I dream of snow and wind

Her blue eyes

Her ruby red lips




*Take Wing

I awake the birds

Honeysuckle pigeon life

Take wing the city






*The phantom


Now is then is now

Eternal

Time is a phantom my darling sweet




*The Wind


A hardened life

My earned strife

I call for the wind to take me away




*Yellow Pad


Yellow legal pad

Regurgitated madness

My pen will not speak

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