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I hope this is first
That would make me so joyous
Haikus are really fun.
Well I got second
That makes me oh-so joyous
As close as I’ll get.
Once there was a dog
he sat upon the pink crumb
This one makes no sense.
I got a second post
Unless moderation is slow
This makes me happy.
Apparently the
Moderation was very
Slow today. Oh, well.
Honestly? I did
Not think so very much; it
Seemed way fast to me.
Haiku-writing is
Like a tiny drop of rain
In one huge wide ocean.
Dear Kiga. I read
Your second haiku and I
Thought these thoughts: “How so?”
Because they are so
Very small and short in the
Wide range of poems.
Oh. I should have guessed.
In fact, I think I might have.
Nice metaphor, Kiga!
Thank you very much
SudoRandom, I like to
Hear what people think.
I actually
quite like that metaphor! I
wish I’d thought of it…
I actually
quite like that metaphor! I
wish I’d thought of that…
Not so very slow,
I think, considering how
few comments there were.
I’m very sorry
I stole your post, but oh well,
It’s mine now, okay?
Is this thread recent?
All the posts are from today.
I’m bad at haiku.
This thread is very
New and wonderful. Yes, we
Shall enjoy it much.
All comments must be
In the form of Japanese
Poetry, haiku.
Lines: 5, 7, 5
Syllables for every
Stinkin’ little line.
Placidity seems
Themes for haikus, but many
Of mine aren’t calming.
For me, it is like
A giant lightning bolt in
Many placid skies
Wait, I think your last
Verse had six syllables on
The second line, right?
And I shall be a
cheater-for my mother was
born in Japan too.
I am writing this
Haiku for no apparent
Reason- just for fun
I cannot believe
I never ever saw this
This thread is awesome
Enceladus, yes
Haikus can be violent, yep
I really agree
But I must go now
Leaving MuseBlog for the night
I will miss you all
I did not know this
Thread existed. I approve.
Please to continue.
Oh, this thread is new.
That’s why I didn’t spot it.
I’m an imbecile.
I’ve never liked this
But I continue to try
and write some haiku’s!
Three steps to the edge
Walk to the end of the world
Our lives, they crumble,
9-
That poem is quite sad,
Oh Daisy Flower of Chain.
Why so much depressed?
I love Haiku when
There’s nothing to do so I’m
Pleased to meet this thread.
The White Towers rise
Far in the distance unknown
Far beyond my reaches.
I do not know why-
It was just something random
To help pass the time.
Sometimes I wonder
At what my mind comes up with.
It’s entirely strange…
Daisy Chain seems to…
Make GREAT depressing poems
Which might be peoms
Only Daisy knows-
Nobody else ever could
You had to be there
Gee, thank you, Fishy.
That’s, very, er, flattering.
I hope you’re joking.
Although, I admit,
I can be rather morbid
And gloomy sometimes.
Today at camp I
Caught myself wond’ring
What my ribs taste like.
(Oh, don’t worry. This
)
Was before lunchtime, you see
And I was famished….
HAHAHAHAHA
I’ve never wondered about…
that. I wonder why…
I am not joking!
Don’t you remember that time.
You wrote a great one!
Oh, that poem page…
Don’t you remember that all?!
There were six whole parts!
Or were there even…
I don’t know… Possibly… More?
Well, it wasn’t mine…
((Ah, yes. Let us see.
*Goes off and finds the notebook*
Five parts, after all.))
“I was here.” Leave a
Print on the world, behind you.
Leave a mark, a change.
When we’re gone, who will
Miss us? Who will remember
That we were once here?
When the world does end,
When humanity is gone,
Will anyone know?
Will the animals
Remember that we were here-
That we built, we changed?
We will leave this world
Different than how we found it.
Who left will notice?
That kind of reminds
me of Sara Teasdale’s poem
“There Will Come Soft Rains.”
It’s the same idea
of “who will miss us when we
are gone from this earth?”
It’s a very good set
of haikus. Very nice, Miss
“Daisy Flower of Chain.”
Thank you very much!
Now I must read the poem
That you mentioned…
Oh my gosh! You have
The Page of Poems! I thought
that I had lost it!
I don’t! You have it!
We found it in your locker
At year’s end. ‘Member?!
Then how could you know
exactly how the poem
goes!? From memory?
Er, no, of course not!
I rewrote it into my
Notebook for poems.
I was very proud
of that poem and I
Wanted to have it
And since you kept the
Poem page, I had decided
That I’d copy it…
I’m not very good
At haiku, still, I will try–
It’s not so hard then.
This is kind of fun.
Five syllables are easy
And so are seven.
A treasure hidden
Under a distant mountain.
Is it worth searching?
Should there be violence?
Violence attracts hpbs.
They will eat the thread.
Yes, I like haikus
Yes, I really like haikus
Yes, I like haikus
Excuse me, comment
number five? The second line
Of Haiku 1-Short.
No, it isn’t. Why do
You say that, SudoRandom?
It is the right length.
Now that I look back
I see the haiku is right.
How embarrassing.
The word “violent”
has three syllables, RQ.
(So does “really.”)
How come “really”
)
has three syllables in it?
I’ve never heard that!
((I applied what you said, even though I don’t know… But I trust you
“Real” versus “reel”:
“real” has two syllables;
“reel” has only one.
In “real” the “e”
and the “a” are separate,
not fused as in “deal”/
“meal”/”steal”/”heal.” So in
“real deal,” technically,
the two words don’t rhyme.
I don’t know any
other “e-a” words with two
syllables. (Well, there’s
“create,” “react,” and
maybe more, but they don’t stress
the first syllable.)
If “real” has two
syllables, then adding “-ly”
makes a word with three.
If then, reel has less
does it then mean syllables
are determined by
spelling, as you say,
not though, pronunciation
tells how many there are?
For I pronounce both
as though they were one, not two
maybe it’s accent
(since that doesn’t make any sense, What I’m trying to ask is whether the number of syllables is determined by spelling or pronunciation. excuse my non poetry.)
Spelling doesn’t help
with syllables. I looked the
word up in Webster’s.
As for why “real”
officially has two, you
can blame Norman French.
Now I can see that
“Real,” can be pronounced as
“Re-uhl,” it’s just me…
Society has
made me believe that “real”
is one syllable
I shall go and find
some other similar words
*goes off to google*
“MuseBlog: Subverting
societal programming
since 2005.”
*is extremely mad*
It may a my lack of skills,
but google is wrong!
Well, not wrong, but not
right. It can’t tell me if “real”
has two syllables!
Though, I don’t worry
I trust your knowledge of this.
But you never know…
It does? Really?
I’ll have to remember that.
Why do you tell me?
SudoRandom and
I were commenting on the
first haiku of 5.
Well it depends on
Whether or not you count the
‘Ver’s’ as syllables.
“Ver” in “never” and
“ever” is a syllable.
What else could it be?
(Actually, my dictionary divides the words ev-er and nev-er, but they’ve still got two syllables apiece.)
Enceladus, I
really like your haiku, it’s
quite funny to me.
I did not write the
Following Haiku but it
Is my friends fav’rite.
“Haiku’s are easy
Sometimes they do not make sense.
Refrigerator.”
Hmm. This is my first
Try at a haiku. Am I
Messing up too bad?
16- That is so
Funny, SR! Do you know
Who the writer is?
MuseBlog is awesome.
Mr Joe drools. Bunnies are bad.
We randomly pie.
Haikus are fun! I
Am having fun with this, also.
*goes to different thread*
I mean, I could do
This forever, but I prob-
Ably shouldn’t. *leaves*
Haikus are so nice.
But when I try to write one
It ends up so strange…
No, that’s good! Really!
It’s funny that we’re only
Posting in haiku…..
Thank you very much.
I shall randomly say more
Hoping it seems nice…
CTN’s picture
is of an amazing sort.
It makes me want cheese.
I cannot perceive
How my picture is cheesy
No, I cannot guess
((my Gravatar isn’t suppose to be that! What happened to my actual gravatar?))
((What’s it supposed to be?))
I had not said it
was cheesy. It just really
makes me want some cheese.
((Now its working!))
Yes, you did not say
That my picture looked like cheese
I guess you like cheese…
I don’t understand
why the heck I’m terrible
at writing haikus.
A haiku writer
is a poet who counts on
his or her fingers.
Love love love love love
Love love love love love love
Love love love love love
Isn’t that the wrong
number of syllables in
each line, Tesseract?
I thought it was five
and then seven syllables
and then five again.
Oops yes you are right
It was a mistake. I meant
To put seven “loves.”
In which line?…. haha,
just kidding. I know what you meant
by saying that.
Yes, well I do that
Myself – I like the challenge
Of writing limits.
I am going to
Do showmanship with my duck
Tommorrow at fair.
What kind of showman-
Ship can you do with a duck?
I am curious.
Armada! You are
back! Come and talk to me p*ease.
I am very bored.
Also I don’t feel
like working on my novel
just now, so save me!
Basically the way
That you do it with chickens
But not exactly.
Andddd…how do you do
showmanship with a chicken?
I have duckies too!
What breeds are your ducks?
We have hybrids, Blue Swedish,
and some Cayugas.
Yay, a fellow duck
Lover. They are Anconas, a quite
Wonderful duck breed.
It is very cool
how haikus show up as normal
sentences in RCs.
Yes, I know what you
Mean by saying that then
And I understand.
Yes, when I saw your
post on Sara Teasdale’s
poem, I had to see
If it was haiku
or should be banned on this thread.
Silly space filler!
Yay! I am ecsta-
Tic that there is a haiku
Thread now. I love it!
I am sorry I’ve
been gone. I just had my first
Guitar lesson. Yay!
I love Haiku but
am not sure if I am an
-y good really. Yes?
I drift in my dreams
Like a puff of air on a
Cloud, and that is Life.
As I look at my
Second haiku, I am so
Proud and think it’s good.
Thunder rolls-a drop
of Rain trickles down windows
and feeds the green grass.
Winter is melting.
Color is everywhere now.
One last snowflake left.
(I wrote that two years
ago. It was my fist a-
tempt to write haikus.)
What lies in the deep?
Monsters? Exitement?
Adventure? Who knows?
Beauty in the dark.
Death turns to life, life to death.
The eternal ring.
You can’t find a rose
without a few prickly thorns.
All the thorns am I.
I am Still Alive.
There’s a Zombie on Your Lawn.
Hoen end Credits.
Everything is
written in haikus on this
thread, but not RCs.
I find that funny
too, RoseQuartz! (And you to, of
course Enceladus.)
fire burning bright
raging throughout the country
burning everything
a tree now alone
caused by the result of the fire
one unto itself
something is moving
a squirrel now burrows in that tree
eating all its nuts
that squirrel has children
now there are a lot of squirrels
acorns all they eat
they ate all the nuts
from every single last tree
no more new saplings
the trees start to die
and the forest goes away
because of the squirrels.
on and on and on
this is getting tedious
how much more haiku?
i am now finished
the haiku i am finished
goodbye everyone
Do all of the posts
In this particular thread
Have to be haikus?
I am good at them
I can make one in only
A minute or two
SFTDP
(Is that 5 syllables? I
Hope it counts as 5)
Here is an examp-
le of a cool haiku that
I made up quickly
Dandelion seeds
blowing in the gentle breeze
Landing on my nose
Pneumonoultra-
microscopicsicvolcan-
oconiosis
HeHeHeHe
I made a haiku poem
out of one word
Oh, clever, and so close! But pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis has 19 syllables, whereas a haiku has only 17.
It would work as an inverse haiku (7-5-7 syllables):
Pneumonoultramicro
scopicsilico
volcanoconiosis.
Oh my gosh, I can’t
believe that you know this, but
you are Robert Coontz.
What? You can’t believe
that I know I’m Robert Coontz?!
ROTFL!
(If you’re referring
to pneumono-and-so-on,
Everyone knows that.)
I have memorized
The definition of that
Word in Webster’s Book!
A-hem:
A pneumoconiosis caused by the inhalation of very fine silicate or quartz dust and occurring especially in miners.
I think she meant that
if anyone knew what it
meant, it would be you.
However, I can’t
believe you just used ch4tsp34k.
It’s most astounding.
(I suppose it was
in service of the meter.
Haiku’s demanding.)
Now I will return
to writing actual haiku,
not broken phrases.
~~.
~…~
~*
Old Piano
Slender fingers coax
harmony from the teeth of
a dead elephant.
teh intarnetz
At my fingertips
Oceans of information.
Why so polluted?
Skywalker
Mom dead, Dad evil,
Son bumpkin, Daughter princess.
Ward Cleaver this ain’t.
I did not know that
there were inverse haikus. Once
again, I’ll Google!
I don’t think you’ll find
anything about them. I
just invented them!
Hmm, I was under the impression that it was 18 syllables (says so Wikipedia).
Eighteen syllables is still one too many for a standard haiku, but in this case I think MuseBlog is more reliable than Wikipedia:
1. pneu
2. mo
3. no
4. ul
5. tra
6. mi
7. cro
8. scop
9. ic
10. si
11. li
12. co
13. vol
14. ca
15. no
16. co
17. ni
18. o
19. sis.
The dictionary counts “sili” as one syllable. (?!?!?)
the light of knowing
shines in the darkness today
and forever more
Knowledge, that bright light
opposing eternal night
that shines forever
Those are haikus that
I dreamed up long ago and
now they shall be read.
It’s interesting
How many things you can write
A haiku about.
dry sticks in water
a heron eats many fat frogs
go jump in a lake
dry sticks in water
I think I stole that some where
can’t remember where
I’ll Google it, yeah
I will find the origin
Find where it came from
No luck. can’t find it.
Though I might have made it myself
and can’t remember
Kaiser kaiser kai
kaiser kaiser kaiser kai
kaiser kaiser kai
I did find one girl…
It was quite a lucky find!
I shall spread the word!
Haiku’s are fun to
do, and I suspect that we
are all enjoying
This. Am I correct?
I am not quite sure of it.
But I know that I
Like to write Haiku,
and for me they are simple,
a thing to do for
Fun. Do you agree?
Will I be able to stop
Thinking in Haiku?
I am not sure if
I will, for Haikus are so
Addictive to me.
Because I love the
Simple rules and math of it.
Is that last line right?
Or does rules have
Two syllables, and thus ’twas
Wrong? I am not sure.
Here’s one I wrote when I was in college:
Winter stars. I pull
my sweater over my head.
The smell of ozone.
12:05 pm.
I tend to go to bed late
I am nocturnal.
I came across a page full of haiku I wrote my sophomore year of college, at age 18. Most of them are in a similar melancholy vein:
Look for me in crowds.
You’ll easily pick me out:
I do not belong
I have no feelings
I lost them all in the war
Without leaving home
I called you tonight;
The phone rang for a long time.
That was my answer.
These are from a couple of years later:
My heart loves dancing
And aspiring to the sky.
My feet are heavy.
The worst pain I know
Is the sight of sorrow in
The eyes of a friend.
We intertwine selves
That once were thought and spirit
Apart and alone.
Yours were so soulful! My haiku were more like snapshots, concrete and matter-of-fact. Here’s another one I remember:
Branches in the pond.
The terrapin pushes off
and glides through the cleft.
I do not want to
die. Because that would be sad.
But it will happen.
Rebecca says she
wants to study her own death.
I’ll ignore mine, thanks.
Wow! great haikus all
Whenever I come off this
Thread, my thoughts are in
Five, seven, five rows
And not counting syllables
To speak feels much strange.
Just reading this thread
Organizes all my thoughts
Into small haikus.
Whats that? scombridae?
The family of tuna.
also, bonito.
scombrdae. awesome.
perhaps a favorite word
includes mackerel
I woke last night in
the early morning, and yet
there was nothing wrong.
Obligations are
Heavy on my heart, now when
I should be joyous.
I have much to do
And little time to do it
Now I must away.
WARRIORS SPOILER.
SPOILER WARRIORS SPOILER.
WARRIORS SPOILER.
First Into the Wild.
Tigerstar is evil. Mwa
Hahahahaha.
Second. Fire and Ice.
The plot thickens. Tigerstar-
Mwahahahaha.
Forest of secrets.
Tigerstar’s evil revealed.
A new deputy.
Rising Storm. Evil Still lurks. Heat and flames. The camp
And Yellowfang gone.
Tigerstar’s evil
Plot, thwarted by Fireheart, Killed
Bluestar. Mwaha.
The Darkest Hour.
Scourge and Tigerstar are dead.
The forest is safe.
How did I do that?
I stopped thinking somewhere be-
Tween noticing your
Comment and thinking
Of condensing Warriors.
What I really meant
to say was your avatar
Looks just like my cat.
Bunnies are nice. Yes,
I am an alter ego
Who is POPoing.
History – show all
now delete “Haiku – MuseBlog”
so no one will see.
Mom looks at my screen
parental eyes are prying
History- no more.
Privacy is kept
I can still go on MuseBlog
so I write this now.
Faithfully I type
tappy tappy tappy tap
on my mac’s keyboard.
Should you not tell your
Mom and show her how safe
This site really is?
Are you forbidden
from MB? The Sententia
RRR feels loss.
I agree with you
POSOC. The RRR is
lost and is dying.
Well perhaps if you
Two would post a little more
It would not die, right?
And no excuses,
Sir Prarilius Canix
And TMFA.
Oxlin will return
In a little bit, I think.
That might speed things up.
Influenza A
H1N1 might have I
swine flu, to say fast
Haikus are in rows
of five, seven, and five, but
I know what to call
A poem in rows
of five, seven, five, and then-
Yet two more sevens
You can add to make yourself
A Tanka, as my mum tells
Me. But, I am not
sure if I have spelled it
correctly or not.
If, perhaps, you go
between the two forms as I
am doing, it would be
Perhaps, pleasing to the eye?
Please give your opinions on’t.
I had an idea.
It is very cool to.
It’s condensing books.
SPOILERSPOILERSPOI-
SPOILERSPOILERSPOILERSPOI-
SPOILERSPOILERSPOI-
(Harry Potter, Book 1)
Harry is a wiz!
He fights his evil teacher
for the stupid stone.
(HP, Book 2)
Harry’s still a wiz!
Slytherin is really mean.
Giant snake attack.
(Book 3)
Yep, Harry’s a wiz!
His godfather killed Voldy!
Actually not.
(4)
Triwizard thingy.
Harry is in the goblet.
He fights Voldy.
(5)
Harry learns secrets.
From the stupid “Order” peeps.
Ministry fight! Yay!
(More coming later. Bed.
)
Though it’s rather dead,
There’s a special thread for that.
Please help revive it!
Refreshing the page
I call rows of text my “friends”
One click–good as dead
Emotionless me.
I just feel anger and hate.
Resentful and cruel.
I pledge alliegence
to greater evil eternal.
Not small cruelty.
Gorgeous destruction!
Evilness is a virtue.
Goodness is a vice.
Sheesh, you must be in
A really bad mood to feel
That way – disagree.
Happiness is a
wonderful thing-do not re-
ject it so simply.
Why do you feel
So bad, Randomosity?
Spider in your room
He he he he he
Why did I write “spider in
your room?” I don’t know
I do enjoy these.
They are rather fun to write.
But do you know what?
Sonnets are more fun
To write. It’s true. They’re easy.
I request a thread.
I am very sick.
Fever, headache, and a cough.
It’s not very fun.
Forever more
This is what my taste buds crave
Wonderful cheese.
Cheese makes me sick- I
hate my allergy problems
I have many allergies
milk, eggs, orange juice, and nuts.
*gasp*
But isn’t it odd
that I can eat orange juice
If it is in small
-proportions? I can
eat almonds and cashews and
pistachios. Except
For sometimes not the
cashews. And I am beginning
to suspect that I
Am developing
A problem with soymilk which
Is sad because
Thats what I normally
Drink. But now it giveth me
Stomach problems so-
Yeah. But I can drink
Almond or rice milk also
I suppose I could.
And I can eat some
Cheeses, I like Muenster and
Cheddar I can take those.
I can eat cheese but
I have many issues
With food and eating.
Cheese is awe
some. It is the best food in
the entire world.
Three, seven, and four:
not quite a haiku, if you
count the syllables.
I know it’s true.
I only saw it after I
submitted it.
There’s a haiku thread!
We wrote those in Israel
Shabbats were boring
Wow, I haven’t been
to this thread for a long time.
Every haiku’s good.
Is this a dead thread?
If it is, revival please.
Haiku is awesome.
Jam and bananas
Slither with peanut butter
Oozing from the bread
(My mom thought of that one)
SFTDP
I said “attack you”, she thought I said
“Sandwich haiku” Strange.
Homework overload.
Gazillion essays.
Want to kill teacher.
The cheese melts. Ew gross.
Bread is squashed under large book.
So much for my lunch.
They mention haiku.
I search for a haiku thread.
I write this poem.
A new, blank year comes
midnight, January first.
We are all waiting.
World is not so nice. ((That’s a really bad first line. I have to think of something else…))
Take off the silver lining
See what’s underneath
Why would you want to
Take away the MuseBlogger
Named Silver Lining?
Ha ha, I just found
This thread by accident.
That made my day, Enc!
Sometimes it is strange
To have a blogname that is
also a saying.
Because a lot of
things like that happen sometimes
But I still like it.
(My blogname, I mean.)
I haven’t written a
haiku in a bit.
I find them rather
Binding, and my fingers are
tired from counting.
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha NO.
The first light, so bright
No one knows from whence it came
But it is still here.
Growing, changing light
Shifting since the hourglass
Is far from ending
Ancient Dark, falling
Knowledge lost in mists of time
Hourglass ran out
Then, re-emergence
Brighter than ever before
A different color
The light leaves the world
Still there, but growing greater
Who knows where it goes?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Those are all a combined metaphor. 50 Haiku points for whomever gets it!
And, just for fun!
Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni
Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni NI
Ni Ni NI Ni NI
“But we are no longer the knights who say ‘ni!’ We are now the knights who say:
Ecky-ecky-ecky-pwatang! Zoomboing!”
I hijack MuseBlog
Because it annoys Pseudo.
I feel very mean.
Help me, for I am trapped
Among great piles of homework.
Pen is running dry.
A million essays
all due very, very soon.
Oh cake, a nightmare.
I curse the teacher
who assigned us so much work
after a three-day weekend.
Algebra is hard
when it confronts you up close
in large quantities.
Creme tangerine and
Montélimar, a ginger
Sling with pineapple
Heart, coffee dessert
Yes you know it’s good news but
You’ll have to have them
All pulled out after
The Savoy Truffle. Cool cher-
Ry cream, nice apple tart, I
Feel your taste all the
Time we’re apart, and
Coconut fudge really blows
Down those blues but you’ll
Have to have them all
Pulled out after the Savoy
Truffle! You might not
Feel it now but when
The pain cuts through you are
Gonna know and how
The sweat is going
To fill your head, when it will
Become too much you
Will shout aloud but
You’ll have to have them all pulled
Out after Savoy
Truffle! You know that
What you eat you are but what
Is sweet now turns so
Sour. We all know
Oh-bla-di-blah-dah but can
You show me where you
Are? Creme tangerine
And Montélimar, ginger
Sling with pineapple
Heart, a coffee des-
Sert yes you know it’s good news
But you’ll have to have
Them all pulled out, and
After the Savoy Truffle!
Yes, you’ll have to have
Them all pulled out, and
After the Savoy Truffle!
We love you, Sir George!
I was inspired
By LBK. Darling, I’d
Rather write haiku.
That last haiku
Was very incoherent.
Syllables were nice.
Aren’t you proud, SL?
The Beatles are stuck in my
Head all bloody day.
All my loving, I
Will send to you, all my love
I don’t know the song.
Yes, Magnolia,
I am proud of you. They would
be proud too. (Maybe.)
It’s only love, and
That is all, why should I feel
the way I do? Cake.
That did not work. So
I will find another song
in my repertoire.
Why are so many
shows on the telly that are
very violent?
I do not know why
people would want to watch such
horrifying things.
Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi!
Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi!
Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! BYE.
I see the beauty
In the simplest of all things
Why can’t the others?
I know what you mean.
It doesn’t need to be fancy.
Pure simplicity.
(there are eight syllables in the second line)
They keep breaking me
Now this mask’s locked, to stay
My heart turns to stone.
I want this mask gone
But they pushed me too far
My eyes are ice.
I long to be free
But I have trapped myself
My mind is broken.
I plead you to help
Why can you not hear my cries?
My speech is failing.
My poems are always
Extremely random PoPos.
I am on a horse.
Oh, look, a pencil.
It is brown. And black. And
It’s triangular.
Look, this haiku rhymes!
Well, at least it should this time.
Bing. Cuckoo clock chimes.
I saw something like this on a T-shirt:
My haikus never
Seem to make any sense, nope.
Refrigerator.
Haikus are easy
It’s five, seven, and five
Refrigerator.
I put on the mask
too far past to remember.
It now hides nothing.
To late to remove,
the mask that was part of me
is now all that’s left.
No tears can now come.
I cannot mourn what I’ve lost.
There’s nought left to cry.
Silence, the leaves fall
Gently golden, ignoring
Mad crush of runners.
Empty whispering
Scuttle in a secret step
Purifying cold
Brother’s new puppy
bats at all that dangles, and
stretches rear to sky.
He never barks, and
he chases (computer) mice.
He thinks he’s a cat?
Staring at the wall
Noticing a tiny spot
I think it’s a bug.
Real live Christmas tree
Christmas cookies baking now
Smells waft through the house.
I’m in science right now.
I do not have a pencil
To work on my homework with.
Oh, wait, never mind
I just found one in my bag
Why didn’t I see it?
Dog awake all night long
Barking at the grazing deer
Persistance indeed.
(Saiku-Science Haiku, coined by Mr. J)
Ordovician
Oh, how many fish live in
That time period.
(Normal)
My chai tea is warm
When I spill it on my leg
And my pet tapir.
If I were to sleep
The Federalist Papers
Would be left untapped.
Folding chairs are fun!
Metal, char, collapsible
So I crush my foot.
Saw this thread in the
Recent comments bar, and I
Hope to revive it.
I join the effort
to revive the haiku thread.
We need more poems.
Midnight car alarm
Drunken voices echoing
Urban reverie
One final ended
Only three more left to go
I’m on the home stretch
In the dark of thought,
phantoms of the past haunt
thoughts of the future.
That above haiku
is ever true for me,
Trapped in memory.
Waxy leaves whisper
Dark blue breezes and moonlight
Night watch with dear friends
The steam floats slowly
From the coffee to the trees
I burn my finger
Lighting gunpowder–
did you come to help me,
little firefly?
One of Basho’s:
one who died
now her robe with small sleeves
hung out to air
And one of mine:
beetle-eaten leaves
reminding me of autumn
yellow and brown grass
I feel uneasy today.
thunder in the summer skies
breaks the parched monotony
a cool breeze falls down
clouds puff themselves up like frogs
the smell of ozone
Strange! When I was in college I wrote a haiku with the same last line. I was getting ready for bed and ran into some static electricity while taking off my sweatshirt:
Winter stars. I pull
My shirt off over my head.
The smell of ozone.
It’s a great image to use–there’s probably thousands of haiku that use that line. Versatile too, it seems.
I was reading R. H. Blyth’s books on haiku, with many examples from Basho and Issa, because a character in one of J. D. Salinger’s stories recommended them.
breathing exhaust from two worlds
amphibian destiny
grey waves reflecting
grey stones–by an anxious beach,
wind shaking windows
rattling shutters, old, broken
weather another year’s blows
twisted, knotty wood
creaking in the humid air
cicadas shouting
silently the dragonfly
casts on water cool shadows
along the shoreline
wrinkled like an old man’s hand
water from both sides
beneath the twitching surface
life in whispered splendor greens
We’ll call that a renga, then. Now we need to try one with more participants, and make more use of the nesting feature as well.
((Ah, thanks for finishing. I hadn’t had a chance to get back to this today.))
a twitch in the grass
falling grace, deafening wind
peregrine falcon
Wait! A haiku thead?
Here we go, chance for coolness!
CAKE! Now it’s wasted…
Piggy, regarding the renga–did you find that it felt different to write the 7-7 lines instead of 5-7-5?
It was quite a bit different for me, yeah. Different pacing, different rhythm, different structure–for me, the process of writing the 5-7-5 was pretty dissimilar to writing the 7-7. More than I expected, anyway.
Some @horse_ebooks haiku collages. I took some five- and seven-syllable tweets from the internet’s favorite spambot and created these with them.
Honeymoon Cottage
around the world. Canal boats
Like a sponge, I soaked
4 Week Rabid Niche
The only good thing about
SWORN PROMISE OF CASH
Rampant Confusion:
take the actions I show you
My days are my own)
A couple sketches from my notebook this evening:
my coffee diluted
by cold water
autumn rain
strong black coffee
tempered by cold water
early autumn rain
hot black coffee
and early autumn rain
sing chords together
today is the day
people grow older
first wintry shower
– Basho
thumbprint in dried paint
on my grandpa’s old hammer
my inheritance
New Haven’s lights fade,
Horizon above the waves,
Dark sky, coming home.
Whose New Haven are we talking about?
The one in Connecticut, although I made a typo, the lights were actually those of New London, also in Connecticut. Fortunately, both cities have three-syllable names.
I was just wandering around New Haven taking pictures.
I like New Haven quite a bit more than I like New London.
Are you here in CT for longer or are you already gone?
You’re kidding me. I was in New Haven today.
Are you going to be in New Haven more?
I came through CT on the way home from Boston to New York. I’m back in New York now.
I like New Haven,
but not when it makes this thread
abandon haiku.
my apologies
derailment was not my goal
forgive and forget
I saw a kokon
loitering under a sign
and I lost myself
Pass Roosevelt Field
Recall Lindbergh’s anxious wait
On to J-F-K
in front of the house
staring at oh-so-low clouds
turning and turning
Take care, my pig friend
If a greenish tinge you see
Please head underground
But green just means hail.
It’s the wind and cloud patterns
that you need to watch.
Rain comes to a close
Leaving grass wet and skies gray
Spring has now arrived
Another haiku
This poetry addicts me
In syllabic ways
when did the sky change
from grey and damp to sunny?
sore feet after work
Is anyone up
for possibly another
attempt at renga?
Mahón afternoon
Sunlight down the empty street
The smell of popcorn.
The streets of Mahón
Tree behind the courtyard wall
Green-shuttered windows.
Home from the river
Sunlight slants on the rooftops
A burrito smell
Waiting for the bus
The wet pale yellow flowers
The gleam of streetlights
shadows shrinking south
as snow turns into rivers
trickling and trickling
great poem piggy
if only i could write such
a lovely haiku
in the furnace room
the lightbulb shines dimly on
the bare concrete floor
at the moon-viewing party
stubborn haze obscures the view
The wave is breaking
Tumbling emerald facets and hues
Gone in a moment
Cortlandt Street, 4/9/16:
I went there at last
Around the corner, empty
Space, black pools and trees
Walk between the pools
Boot heels scratching on black slate
Cold breaths in the rain
On a corner of
The northern pool, six names and
The day I was born
In the empty sky
Once a bookstore and a tree
Four years old, above
I found this one I wrote on the plane ride over in my notes:
How big is the night
That we have gone out to meet?
Half-sun, blood orange.
poinciana burns
red against a bluing sky
island summertime
White stones on the hill
Fishbone columns above the city
Beneath the bright sky
McGee’s Athenian sky
Long delirious burning blue
Hot bright afternoon
Pier Forty-One gulls
Sitting on pilings, gray sky
Cold March wind blowing
Near another pier
Sea lions rest on palettes
There, time zones away
Golden Gate to Narrows
But if seas flow together
It’s all the same anyhow
Atlantic river
Waves here were once Pacific
And will be again
Lovely!