Category: Poetry

Haiku on Friday

Haiku on Friday

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So there are times when I’m a haiku addict, and while I mean more writing than reading, there are several books in the house and I have a twitter stream saved that I can skim whenever I feel the need. That stream gives me a cross section from incredible to cringe, but it’s always worth the read. Often, it gives me haiku in different languages; while I can usually work out the French ones, everything else needs a little Google Translate assist when I’m in the mood.

All that said, I write a lot of haiku. It’s certainly the lion’s share of my poetry in recent years. Right now, it’s probably two or three per week, but I go through periods where I’m penning, typing, or dictating five per day, sometimes more. Probably, there have been something over a thousand in the past two years.

I’m not entirely a traditionalist. While I like the 5-7-5 format, I’ll play around with shorter versions of the same basic structure, accounting for the difference in information density of English instead of Japanese. Not all of my haiku are based on a natural image, which I suppose makes the ones that aren’t technically senryu, and a few even fit into the Science Fiction and Fantasy genres.

I haven’t shared very much lately, but I used to release some into the ether regularly. Thinking it’s time I start that again, so here are a few, written sometime in the last year.

 

Drifting on cool wind

Trails of smoke above the grass

Swallowed by darkness

 

A patient old crow–

Air shimmers above the road

That will provide food

 

Holding sanchin

Ancient flutes imagined

On a thick breeze

 

Behind a closed door

Small balls of fur lie waiting

Practice combat skills

 

Leopard in a box

Curled up, seams not quite bursting

The catness shines through

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Friday Poetry for 15 December 2017

Friday Poetry for 15 December 2017

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Another from the deep vault, the date on this silly piece, according to the original file, is 02 November 1999, and it concerns possibly the greatest food ever created, pizza. Once, years before this poem, while a university student, I ate pizza for twenty-three (that’s 23) consecutive meals. Oh, not all from the same pizzeria, and not all with the same toppings, and not all at the same temperature. It is, it is, a glorious thing to be the pizza king.

 

Ah, pizza

Food of the gods

But no other food

Puts more people at odds

Anchovies, sausages

Mushrooms and cheese

Onions, green peppers

Pineapple, chick peas

Toppings galore

A list without end

How to decide

Between you and a friend

Tomatoes and ham

Ground beef, pepperoni

Baked in an oven

On a platter that’s stony

Or perhaps in a pan

Or a hot barbecue

One thing about pizza

There’s no limit for you

To cook or to slice

In sauce or in spice

The food of the gods

Is never the same twice

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Friday Poetry for 08 December 2017

Friday Poetry for 08 December 2017

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From the vault. The note in the original file is that it’s on the occasion of my almost ten-month-old son’s third cold. He’ll be turning 19 shortly.

 

Few things shake your soul

Like a baby with a cold

Pick me up, put me down

Turn me over, turn me around

Go away, come here, go away

No, wait, I want you to stay

I’m tired, can’t sleep

I’m hungry, won’t eat

I’m thirsty, won’t drink

Just pour the milk down the sink

Short naps in the bed

Rub my tummy, rub my head

Daddy’s tired, needs a rest

Mama-mama (likes her best)

Cry and scream, scream and cry

Daddy needs a quiet place to lie

Mommy’s home, at last, at last

Pass the baby, quickly, fast

Daddy sits and sighs, he’s rather glad

Then comes the scream, I want my dad!

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Friday Poetry

Friday Poetry

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Words strewn across a page

Can capture any age

Express random thoughts

Show battles won or fought

A moment set in time

An image held in mind

Encourage ideas

Share hopes and dreams and fears

Persuade or strike a blow

Or merely say hello

Any voice can be heard

By simple, printed word

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Friday Poetry – A Blank Verse Sonnet

Friday Poetry – A Blank Verse Sonnet

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Tell me again how there’s no global warming.

Oh right, we’re supposed to say climate change.

I see, it was cold where you are today,

And god is taking care of everything.

Sorry? It’s warm and it’s supposed to be?

Well, of course, you must still be correct then.

What difference a few billion humans,

A few thousand years of shaping the world?

Isn’t it nice to live consequence-free

And know nothing you do really matters?

Your kids will inherit the same old world,

Still turning the same as it always has.

But if you’re wrong, maybe clean up a bit?

Or at least try not to shit where we eat?

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A Little Verse for a Friday

A Little Verse for a Friday

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Thought maybe we’d try a sonnet this week. Shakespearean, more or less, but the subject is a little less traditional.

 

There is a place for each of you, and more

In the depth of my ever-growing heart

Away from prying eyes, I’ll keep you for

My memories. Nostalgic, and apart

From living life, each moment as I may,

I will recall the times that brought me joy

As well savour heartache, clutch cherished pain

Each artistic scrawl and forgotten toy

An instant on the path from then to now

An on into the dreams and years ahead

The paths you’ll take, the choices showing how

You’ll walk a winding path of thrill and dread.

To lives and families you’ll build. I’ll see,

With bursting heart, just what you’ll come to be.

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Haiku on Friday

Haiku on Friday

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Or Friday Haiku. Fri-ku, if you will.

 

Wrapped in a blanket

A warm, comfortable jail

While claws are trimmed

Safe inside the hide

The kale begins to vanish

Guinea Pig’s victim

Social animals

Find value in being kind

So do some humans

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Friday Haiku for 20 May 2016

Friday Haiku for 20 May 2016

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  • haiku-verticalInterceptions done
  • Engines lost to history
  • Voodoo rests alone
  • Crisp, crackling stems
  • The bones of last year’s garden
  • Slowly pushed aside
  • Grass newly shortened
  • Birds landing for a fresh hunt
  • Insects search for gaps
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