The Jukebox's Last Song, Haikus Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

loneliness
it's like a prayer unanswered
the jukebox's last song
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subtle emergency
when all the pigeons leave home
and refuse to roost
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a hermit's road
leads to loneliness and drinking
a lost angel's soul
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piercing pied piper
poking through the winter snow
a pasque flower
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dew drop bedazzled
purple pasque flowers forgetting
it ever snowed
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yellow canaries
why do you no longer sing?
emergency masks
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echoes in Welsh pits
weary miners of long ago
on their deathbeds
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eulogies heard
in the valley's in every
Welsh skylark
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colour crayons
aways involves a rainbow
a troublesome home
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the hearth requires
more turf before the fire dies
poker hand dealers
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tarnished leaves
circle your tired old heart
oak floorboards
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there's a current
could rock this rocking chair
as my eyes close
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there's an ocean
rising with every tide
but still—we descend

but still—I'm sinking
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fertility fruit
of the gods—pomegranates
on my tongue
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rubies galore
boxed - bursting interior
binding love seeds
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mythical clues
a fairy tale in every
snowflake
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nerines compete
with no fall flowers except
maple leaves
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abundant and gold
the treasures of a quince
No one's temptation
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thorny brilliance
the quince outshines the sun
at sunset
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even dying trees
appreciate their environment
give something back
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running water
transported in all states
a comet's tail
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catch a falling star
sadly—some fall through our arms
the best of all days
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Schrödinger's cat
belief is a point of view
dead or alive
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child's head pokes
out of the cat flap - let's have
another litter
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all the mystics fail
to understand my destiny
I love you
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defibrillation
reunion of heart and mind
reawakening
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all the mystics fail
to understand my destiny
I love you