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    Default Haiku..NYTimes asked readers to write haiku about New York City and I copied some.

    KINDNESS|POET’S PICK
    On the 6 to Spring
    two cops help a tourist whose
    map is upside down
    — Frances Richey, 63, Manhattan

    STRANGERS, COMMUTE
    Subway circus act
    Feats performed on silver poles
    Jaded faces melt
    — Alex Forbes, 56, Wingdale, N.Y.

    STRANGERS
    Strange how fast night comes:
    Silence, as I pass through you,
    wide awake at dark.
    —Kaitlin Duffy, 24, Brooklyn

    COMMUTE
    morning Q commute
    has the best smell of the day:
    coffee and shampoo
    —Vanessa Vichit-Vadakan, 43, Berkeley, Calif.

    COMMUTE
    Beware the puddle
    of indeterminate depth
    that swallows boots whole
    —Mary M. Suk, 44, Queens

    STRANGERS
    Face seen across tracks,
    We stare, and a train passes,
    Face gone forever.
    —Hillel Rosenshine, 14, Manhattan

    STRANGERS
    subway to the beach
    two strangers in the first car
    comparing surfboards
    —Jeffrey Rabkin, 61, Manhattan

    KINDNESS
    Homeless gentleman
    White cane seeks safe street crossing
    Teenage boy takes arm
    —Judith Smith, 79, Halifax, Nova Scotia

    STRANGERS
    Our eyes avoid but
    If we looked we would see that
    We might just be friends.
    —Sarah Lenaghan, 13, Brooklyn

    KINDNESS
    Behind him a trail
    of bread crumbs, popcorn and seeds.
    He makes birds happy
    —Gerard Middleton, 49, Brooklyn

    COMMUTE
    Cabs dart in and out
    I curse and push the pedals
    on my wet black bike
    —Gary Momenee, 63, Durham, N.C.

    STRANGERS
    Mistrust grips the heart.
    Though we travel in large packs,
    we are still alone.
    — Sandra Deng, 15, Elmhurst, N.Y.

    ISLAND, SOLITUDE, 6 A.M.
    Coney Island gulls
    Boardwalk, burlesque, hot hot dogs
    Sunrise, thick red grease
    —Anna DiVito, 55, Westtown, N.Y.

    STRANGERS
    The apple grows big
    pregnant with the promises
    strangers never keep
    — Martin Thomas, 68, Bergen op Zoom, the Netherlands

    ISLAND
    water surrounding
    a universe in the world
    tethered by bridges
    —RC deWinter, 63, Haddam, Conn.

    KINDNESS
    Tourists in New York
    Three abreast, strolling, chatting:
    I want to shove you.
    —Carolyn Lengel, 52, Garrison, N.Y.

    COMMUTE
    cab driver Ahmed
    used to be an engineer
    American dream?
    —Millet Israeli, 43, Manhattan

    ISLAND
    If build and destroy
    Are music notes, our island
    Is a symphony.
    —Laura Seigle, 43, Manhattan
    KINDNESS
    Sparrows come and eat
    the line of seeds left there by
    the old man whistling
    —Eléna Rivera, 52, Manhattan
    STRANGERS|POET’S PICK
    Riding through the park
    no daffodils blooming yet
    — but unbuttoned coats.
    — Sharon Rousseau, 50, Manhattan
    SOLITUDE
    Coffee by myself
    The wind whispers names of friends
    Yet alone I sit
    —Camilo Durr, 14, Manhattan
    ISLAND
    It floats on water
    Glass skyscrapers sit on top
    The restless city
    —Zoe Carter, 14, Manhattan
    ISLAND
    If Atlas held our
    Island and anger turned to
    Lead, he would drop it.
    —Laura Seigle, 43, Manhattan
    6 A.M.
    There’s not much twerking
    Going on at six a.m.
    On the ferry boat.
    — Robert D. Diamant, 72, Staten Island
    6 A.M., SOLITUDE
    Red Hook Terminal:
    cranes like life-size legos loom;
    the future does, too.
    — Simone Blaser, 28, Brooklyn
    6 A.M.
    Park at Winter dawn
    We danced through each orange gate
    Unconcealing Spring
    —Jeff Taylor, 67, New Hampshire

    COMMUTE
    curse the day I left
    energy and awesomeness
    now I Amtrak in
    —Susan M. Chagrin, 45, Fulton, Md.
    COMMUTE
    Circular hole in
    My MetroCard; bigger hole
    where you used to be
    — Maura Monaghan, 16, Blauvelt, N.Y.
    COMMUTE
    Drummers on the train
    Pounding my headache away.
    I gave them a buck.
    —Margaret Gwyn Dunham, 63, Manhattan
    COMMUTE
    Crick in my neck from
    sipping this ice cold coffee.
    L Train, where are you?
    — Kristina Mueller, 27, Brooklyn
    ISLAND
    an island once far
    now the center of the world
    this New York City
    —Mark Stephen O’Brien, 81, Little Rock, Ark.
    ISLAND
    If jackhammers wrote
    Code, our Island would launch a
    Facebook every day.
    —Laura Seigle, 43, Manhattan
    COMMUTE
    walk in late, cat mad.
    “I’m sorry, Snoop, train trouble.”
    feels good to be missed.
    —Margaret Gwyn Dunham, 63, Manhattan
    COMMUTE
    4 years on this train
    Reading, sitting next to you
    Too shy to converse
    —Karen Munro, 56, Wallaceburg, Ontario
    STRANGERS|POET’S PICK
    “Insufficient fare!”
    But, without saying a word,
    stranger swipes me in.
    — Janet Gottlieb, 59, Brooklyn
    COMMUTE, SOLITUDE
    The man shouts his need
    He has no home, food, or leg
    His chair rumbles through
    —Stephanie Walter, 55, Bay Shore, N.Y.
    COMMUTE
    we are all of us
    waiting, wanting, wondering,
    local or express
    — Adam Bard, 44, Brooklyn

    SOLITUDE
    Lonely in the night
    Alone on a crowded train
    Many hearts, one soul
    —John McCarthy, 54, New Rochelle, N.Y.
    KINDNESS
    Bottles, sticky cans —
    5 cents at a time you pick.
    Here’s mine, and five bucks.
    —Siu Lo, 30, Manhattan
    SOLITUDE
    Union Square Market
    Blueberries for ten dollars
    New York City blues
    —Sharon Cohen, 33, Dallas
    COMMUTE, STRANGERS
    My hand on your hand
    Your face a whisper from mine
    For one stop only
    —Isabel Martin, 32, Brooklyn
    6 A.M.
    Lone pigeon bobbles
    Garbage cans rattle and clash
    Dawn at Spring & Mott
    —Carol Slocum, 66, Greenwich, Conn.
    COMMUTE
    Grand Central echoes
    muffled voices and footsteps
    Metro North awaits
    —Carol Slocum, 66, Greenwich, Conn.
    6 A.M.
    Sweet scent of decay
    slow wafts through a city’s fumes;
    6 a.m. pick-up.
    —Sallie McKenna, 71, San Francisco
    ISLAND, COMMUTE, STRANGERS
    Elderly couple,
    On Circle Line for a date,
    Giving love a chance.
    —Nurit Israeli, 71, Manhattan
    STRANGERS
    Matching blue flickers -
    Watching TV together
    on floors 10 and 4
    —Isabel Martin, 32, Brooklyn

    KINDNESS
    The New Yorker is
    Not kind, they say. I say, he
    Just left it at home
    —Flor Arley Hodge, 15, Bronx
    COMMUTE
    I would take a G,
    And ride in the smelly car,
    to be close to you
    —Jeffrey Yurcan, 30, Philadelphia
    ISLAND
    On Skyscraper Isle
    Where giants and homeless meet
    But the world resolves
    — Ethan Gordon, 23, New Orleans
    SOLITUDE
    This concrete, these dreams
    Crafted before I got here
    Gone before I left
    —Libby Merritt, 23, Manhattan
    SOLITUDE
    Crowded subway car;
    no one knows me- a comfort
    and an affliction
    — Maura Monaghan, 16, Blauvelt, N.Y.
    COMMUTE
    Packed subway morning
    Field trip of loud kids step in
    This is my nightmare
    — Steve Poleschuk, 27, Brooklyn
    6 A.M., STRANGERS|POET’S PICK
    I hear them fighting
    Through the thin wall between us —
    but I don’t take sides.
    —Nurit Israeli, 71, Manhattan
    SOLITUDE, KINDNESS
    New Year’s firework blooms
    upon the Big Apple’s sky
    lights up my dream, still
    —Anna Yin, 44, Mississauga, Ontario
    KINDNESS
    If you buy the beers,
    I’ll buy kebabs. Let’s call it
    Insider trading
    —Libby Merritt, 23, Manhattan
    6 A.M.
    Skyscraper starlight
    Bids goodnight to tie-dye skies
    In neon Times Square
    — Karen Maquilan, 32, West New York, N.J.
    COMMUTE
    “Can you spare a dime?,”
    he politely said to her.
    “No,” she says, no shame.
    —Margaret Gwyn Dunham, 63, Manhattan

    COMMUTE, 6 A.M.
    The City’s timeless,
    But still, don’t let it fool you.
    It’s never the same.
    —Larry Garland, 60, New Rochelle, N.Y.

    SOLITUDE
    Trees. Grass. Birds of prey.
    Garden in bloom. Placid pond.
    Lost in Central Park
    —Millet Israeli, 43, Manhattan

    STRANGERS
    Every single day
    We walk past each other but
    I’ll never know you
    — Helen Huynh-Trinh, 21, Brooklyn

    COMMUTE
    Subway tracks at night
    Patter of leftover rain
    Or rat feet, maybe
    —Laura Baranik, 30, Queens

    STRANGERS
    Who are these people
    Who smilingly give money
    To Times Square Elmos?
    —Dorian Devins, 55, Manhattan

    COMMUTE, 6 A.M.
    Six-thirty a.m.
    Pink sky and thickening buds
    Birds chatter, it’s spring
    —Kim Philipps, 48, Bronxville, N.Y.

    COMMUTE, 6 A.M.
    Crocuses are late
    Only snowdrops have arrived
    A slow train to spring
    —Kim Philipps, 48, Bronxville, N.Y.

    COMMUTE, 6 A.M.
    The snow piles are gone
    And reveal abandoned trash
    In the morning light
    —Kim Philipps, 48, Bronxville, N.Y.

    STRANGERS, COMMUTE, 6 A.M.
    First shorts of the year
    Spied on walk to Metro North
    On a brave student
    —Kim Philipps, 48, Bronxville, N.Y.

    STRANGERS
    We can spend the night
    together, but I expect
    bagels in morning.
    — Natasha Danielá McGlynn, 28, Washington

    COMMUTE
    Flood watch in effect
    Commuting in wintry mix
    Don’t slip on the stairs
    —Robert Anderson, 29, Jersey City

    COMMUTE
    Just one train later
    Would have made the difference.
    He would have been there.
    —Margaret Gwyn Dunham, 63, Manhattan

    COMMUTE, SOLITUDE
    I just want some lunch.
    Been riding this train all day!
    Katz's! Here I come!
    — Alexander Frederick Spilberg, 30, Manhattan

    STRANGERS, KINDNESS
    she hands me kleenex
    tears stream quicker down my cheeks
    on the two, thank you
    —Katrina Brown, 28, Brooklyn

    COMMUTE
    Homeless man on train.
    He sat there staring at me.
    Do I look okay?
    —Margaret Gwyn Dunham, 63, Manhattan

    SOLITUDE
    There are places in
    Central Park, where you see no
    Buildings, only trees.
    —Laura Seigle, 43, Manhattan

    6 A.M., COMMUTE
    Six a.m. commute
    a city of rectangles…
    except for the clocks
    —Alan S. Bridges, 57, Littleton, Mass.

    KINDNESS
    Kindness is when we
    Lean on each other’s shoulders
    On the subway pole
    —Sarah Lenaghan, 13, Brooklyn

    STRANGERS, COMMUTE, KINDNESS
    I give a free swipe
    to a stranger since I have
    unlimited time.
    — Sonia Halbach, 26, Manhattan

    SOLITUDE
    those who stand so close
    on this eight a.m. train ride
    remain so distant
    —Bob Finkelstein, 46, Philadelphia

    ISLAND
    The island, taken.
    Concrete seeping to the heart,
    the old world is dead.
    —Marjorie (Jorie) Coe, 13, Manhattan

    6 A.M.
    streets strangely quiet
    glass towers cast rosy hues
    parks host eager dogs
    — Lawrence T. Choi-Hausman, 46, Brooklyn

    STRANGERS
    I walk near Times Square
    Stop at crosswalk, look at map
    Behind me, “Move it!”
    —Russell Henderson, 62, Milledgeville, Ga.

    STRANGERS
    this city’s a place
    where a stranger’s shoulder pad
    may be a chin rest
    — Peter Valentine, 46, Brooklyn

    ISLAND, KINDNESS
    Lady Liberty
    Shines with green springtime treasure
    Of honor and faith
    —JoyAnne O'Donnell, 41, Emmitsburg, Md.

    ISLAND
    No Man’s an Island
    Not on the Morning F Train
    Why Hello Armpit
    —Jason Paul, 27, Brooklyn

    COMMUTE, SOLITUDE
    A moment of bliss
    When tunnels steal our WiFi
    Quick glimpse of freedom
    —Emma Solomon, 18, Hastings-on-Hudson, N.Y.

    ISLAND
    Rent: too high for me.
    I’m forced to move to Jersey
    where no one visits.
    —Megan Hauser, 38, Brooklyn

    SOLITUDE|POET’S PICK
    On the roof, standing,
    flying his kite in the sky
    the street disappears.
    — Eugene Dunscomb, 83, Southbury, Conn.

    COMMUTE
    Words dance on paper
    Murmuring, screeching metal
    A thousand arms sway
    —Jessica Velez, 24, Queens

    6 A.M.
    Dodgers beat the Yanks
    October of ‘55.
    “Glory Days,” Springsteen!
    —Robert D. Diamant, 72, Staten Island

    STRANGERS, SOLITUDE, KINDNESS
    Too rushed to say hi,
    Faces pass hurriedly by
    But Joy! The rare grin!
    — Lindsay Lieberman, 29, Manhattan

    6 A.M.
    fish market morning,
    a flourish of spring heat makes
    the fine gill slits bloom
    —Amy VO Maffei, 45, Washington Township, N.J.

    6 A.M.
    Hidden among the
    Sleepwalking, caffeine zombies.
    A morning person.
    —Aimee Estrada, 35, Hyde Park, N.Y.

    STRANGERS
    Strangers become friends.
    Shoe and paw prints show the way
    around the dogpark.
    — Mary E. Moore, 83, Gladwyne, Pa.

    COMMUTE
    Crowded train. We bump.
    She squares off. I roll my eyes.
    Head ****. Pause. Smile. Smile.
    —Kiki Bowman, 32, Brooklyn

    STRANGERS
    I have a dollar
    But I’m saving it for you,
    L Train drum couple.
    —Sarah Shanfield, 26, Brooklyn

    6 A.M.
    The neon orange
    Of the kids cheese dust fingers
    All over this pole
    —Sarah Shanfield, 26, Brooklyn

    SOLITUDE
    A sad, old cabbie
    Telling about his divorce
    I listen and nod
    — Jessica Perl, 28, Kagoshima, Japan

    6 A.M.
    As we leave for work
    Youngsters head home from parties.
    Eras intersect.
    —Amparo Pikarsky, 59, Edison, N.J.

    COMMUTE, 6 A.M.
    Crumpled states of sleep
    First misty light on Hudson
    The hamster wheel turns
    — Pamela Varkony, 67, Allentown, Pa.

    STRANGERS
    It’s easy for her
    to sniff a stranger when I’m
    left holding the bag.
    —David Schroeder, 51, Manhattan

    SOLITUDE, STRANGERS
    Left on the sidewalk
    A lonely small sparkly shoe
    Inside, a dead leaf
    —Jane M. Kenny, 63, Highland Park, N.J.

    SOLITUDE, STRANGERS
    Brought my old guitar
    to scream with on Saint Mark’s Place
    Where are all the punks?
    —Allan Andre, 27, Queens

    ISLAND
    Auto, boat, bus, train.
    It’s New York island hopping!
    Tan not included.
    —Colleen Tremont, 28, Manhattan

    COMMUTE, 6 A.M.|POET’S PICK
    If the “F” comes now,
    I could get there, right on time.
    But I’m still in bed.

    — Jill Helene, 34, Manhattan

    STRANGERS
    Young, blind, they collide
    His dog guides him around her
    Oh, what could have been...

    —Liz Sippin, 56, Fairfield, Conn.

    COMMUTE
    Sandwiched between men
    I ride the packed subway car
    “Is that your hand, creep?”
    —Liz Sippin, 56, Fairfield, Conn.

    6 A.M., COMMUTE
    Chill tempest at dawn,
    Cab soaks with a puddle, still,
    Spring breeze like champagne.
    —Dan Stackhouse, 43, Manhattan

    STRANGERS
    I know you, don’t I?
    You were me five years ago,
    Dreaming of New York.
    — Adam Bard, 44, Brooklyn

    COMMUTE, SOLITUDE
    Flakes of mottled skin
    from upturned shoe fall, a light
    dusting on pale blue
    — Janine Stankus, 28, Queens
    COMMUTE
    Let us praise the one
    Who squeezes through subway doors
    Spilling not a drop
    — David Stoller, 64, New Hope, Pa.

    KINDNESS
    Dollar pizza joint
    An oasis in New York’s
    Harsh desert of cost
    — Dennis Francis, 42, Wards Island, N.Y.
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    Wow. You had said some.
    That's more than I can get through.
    But thanks very much.

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    Thank you, Lazarus.

    I didn't know how much I miss being able to hop a commuter train and
    stay in Manhattan or Brooklyn with family or friends.
    It was my home away from home away from home.

    So much imagery of movement, dense eclectic crowds and moments that
    define life and humanity in a fraction of a moment and in a few short words.
    Surprises down every street.

    The poignancy is thick and humor always lurks.
    I do love NY.
    It is a one of a kind creature- not usually friendly to poor and low income
    but it challenges you to be strong and hang onto your humanity

    Thank you, Lazarus.
    I want to ride a fast express subway so much.

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    Wow, sounds like there's lots of lonely people in New York . . . but then there are everywhere . . . sad.

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    Maybe loneliness is sad. You are right. Of course you are right. But, loneliness produces such beauty and leads many on that more untraveled path. And it helps many to find we are not alone with our feelings of loneliness.
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    I like reading them. I cant rhyme and I cant follow Haiku.

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    Heard a quotable line read by an author from a new piece of fiction.

    "solitude is something best experienced in the company of another"
    or at least a close paraphrase.

    I think the quote is appropos to the haiku.

    Gary, two more syllables in the middle of your post and you got it.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Gary View Post
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    I like reading them. I cant rhyme and I cant follow Haiku.
    Hi Gary,
    I like reading them too. Just came in from the greenhouse, wet and muddy. I am proud that I fell out of bed and into the greenhouse to spray the fig trees. Now I am sitting with morning coffee and reading through some of those poems. It is a combination of pleasures making for a truly satisfying morning.
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    Morning sun is true
    And so it brings on the dew
    From Linda to you.
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