Haikuesque, poetry

Self assessment

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(A)
weapons grade humour
(B)
humour that needs oxygen
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let me catch my breath
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Usually I would publish this type of thing at:-
https://senryuclearancehouse.wordpress.com/2026/03/10/1389/
OR:-
https://minimisaltalismgmail.wordpress.com/2026/01/03/the-floatation-of-stones/

There is no time for a costume change today.

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haibun, Haikuesque

Wind through the windows

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lithe pittosporum

channels winter olympics

avoids slalom falls

Although performances in slalom events were not stunning, they contributed to Australia’s most successful Winter Olympic campaign to date.  The team secured three gold, two silver and one bronze medal.

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My kitchen window is filthy so I went outside to take this shot.  I expected to see a blur where foliage waves in the wind.
haibun, Haikuesque, poetry, Senryū

Still missing William

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we sit on gift seats
watch kangaroos bounding by
brought to town by drought

More than ten years ago, drought brought lots of kangaroos to the outskirts of Melbourne Australia.
Back then, we found two fancy kitchen chairs perched on top of a hill. Someone had carried them through the bush and left them there, overlooking what was once native land.
We watched about thirty kangaroos bound up the hill and race by us to the cover of the bush. Wonderful.
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Back in 1842, a Native Police Corps was established here, ostensibly to deal with disputes between Aboriginal and European people across Victoria. The area included a camp for Aboriginal people wanting to escape ‘loss’ of land to settlers and severe harassment. In exchange for meagre rations and very rugged shelter, they had to do manual labour, attend school classes and religious services. The ‘Port Phillip Aboriginal Protectorate’ ran that camp from 1840 to 1844.

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I managed to snap this pic from a distance before this lovely fellow bounded over the hill to disappear.

William and a ginger

Both thestverses were originally published about three years ago.  A post by Ralph Rumpelton brought William to mind again:- https://wp.me/pgvJEx-AY

Haikuesque, poetry, Senryū

Every stretch an act of love

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OR Fighting the decline of Valentine’s day

our morning exertions

(what others call physio)

just loving practice

UPDATE

The physio figured that Zsor-zsor was ready for a four pronged walking stick.  She now manages to walk the length of the living room taking small steps (with me as catcher) and sit in her wheelchair.  ‘Our’ extensive stretching and exercise routine is almost back to the point before a nasty reaction to a medication last October. 

haibun, Haikuesque, poetry

Dances with nectar

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wind blown arrangement

nine hundred diff’rent dance troupes

in flowery skirts 

There are roughly nine hundred different species of gumtrees in Australia.  Most of these eucalypts have flowers with an abundance of stamens (not petals) on display like frilly ballet tutus – flowers of typically white, cream, yellow, orange, pink or red.

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haibun, Haikuesque, poetry, Senryū

Not a gem, but rare

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understandably

rare in haiku type verses

erratum notice

Yesterday I claimed that the prefix algo is derived from the Greek álgos in the word algorithm. But deep memory led me to check and the algo part of the word comes from latinisation of the first part of the name of the 9th-century Persian mathematician, astronomer, and geographer Muḥammad ibn Mūsā al-Khwārizmī. 

Note however that the misspelling algorhythm was intentional.

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haibun, Haikuesque, poetry, Senryū

Golden wattle° dreaming Australia_Day_2026

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flowery promise

resilient unity

‘from this day forward’  

° The Golden Wattle
(acacia pycnantha)
is Australia’s national flower.
It symbolises unity and resilience, and remains a source of food, medicine and other material, especially for Indigenous Australians.
Dreaming stories about Golden wattles speak of an ancient, living entity – a physical manifestation of a transformed creator spirit.
The blooming of bright yellow wattle flowers tends (across vastly different regions) to signify hope, renewal and a continuing promise of rebirth.  Such stories serve to reassure people that joy and sustenance can bloom, even in the toughest of times. 

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Written in the shadow of the Bondi massacre.

E&OE:
DD has a fairly rudimentary understanding of these matters.

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