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How to Haiku

I tried to find a consolation
                to my frustration

saying to myself that it's not a question of whether it's right or wrong, maybe it's just different. But this constant-reiteration is like a surgical interruption of the nerve tracts of my shrinking brain; once again I make a prefrontal leucotomy to myself  just to avoid the cognizance of my reprehensible ignorance or my negligence

It's neither traditional or contemporary 
nor proper or improper
it's just the prosaic practicality
of a pro-preposterous absurdity

But who am I trying to fool using pretentious and alliterated words? 
How difficult is it to accept that I can't write a haiku?

I know it's unfair to quote out of context but when the master Issa said 
"[...] try to forget all of the rules," he was wrong
I tried it before and I could only get unrhymed footles

The king of fruit, nah!
No metaphors until I could understand what "absolute or deep metaphor" means
To be or not to be a watermelon
No personification allowed
Watermelons rhymes with fellons, nah! 
Those Watermelons...nah! No Caps 
Oops! The kigo! The season word! 
Easy: watermelons are the most popular summertime fruit!
The Kireji, my "cutting word" is typical of an IQ above 140: a knife!
My yuxtaposition: another geniality! 
The watermelons are...are you ready?
The watermelons are yuxtaposed in a "pile" 
side by side one upon the other, showing their differences
5,7,5: 17 syllables! 3 unrhymed lines without a title! I did it! With my own hands!
What a joy!

those watermelons cost ten cents more than a knife the fruit prices rise
I captured the precise moment in which "I" realized that the watermelons cost 10 cents more than a knife! Aha! An instance of apprehending the true nature of fruit prices to raise awareness and a recognition of its essence, which, in this case, is the watermelon scent. Also, as the way the economy is going, everybody can relate to it: a universal haiku! Original focus/experience/clear images/perfect! If somebody has the audacity to haikuticize ME, I can still play the card up in my sleeve:Creativity! Creativity in arts: my undeniable power of unrestricted use to determine...whatever! to transcend traditional ideas, rules, concepts, and whatever! to create new forms: an 8-lines-Nonet, an unrhymed footle, a 17 syllables-Sonnet (Rubenserian), or whatever! A Whaikutever! I think I've created a new form... I(Me)am so talented!

Copyright © Ruben O.

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driving to the beach haiku

driving to the beach
with pure anticipation
yearning for release

Copyright © Marty King

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Haiku Days

	Haiku Days
	Haiku mornings 
		and my computer 	
		and quiet in the house.
	Haiku nights 
		red wine
		and my computer
		and quiet in the house.
	My small world in seventeen syllables

Copyright © Jack Jordan

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sleeping with grandma in summer haiku

pulling down the shade,
i can still feel the cool breeze
still sticking to sheets

Copyright © Marty King

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The Haiku Corral - Part 1

Haiku Alley

five and dime
jes' lookin' aroun'
give me dime
give me five
and I'll give ya' dime to take yo' time
that's givin' ya' zen in change

there ain't no rhyme
in the zen of five and dime
and time lives only
in the jail of yo' darkest dreams
beyond the dark, beyond the light
lookin' aroun'
five and dime
give me five and I'll take yo' time
that's zen in change

stick some pins in your voodoo doll
hurtin' so good
servin' a sentence of five and dime
lost in the bliss of time unknown
lost between the bars
of your liquid voodoo jail
of stinking five and dime
coolin' the demons
dime and five
give me dime
and I'll give you five to take your time
that's voodoo zen in change

lookin' aroun'
rollin' ovah
an' posing dead
playin' live
'cause there's everythin'
for your virgin hootenanny voodoo doll to feel
not much to see
in the haiku alley
behind your jail
jes' the parkin' lot of prayer
and down on yo' knees
screamin' for somethin'
don't know what
maybe a piece
from yo' virgin voodoo doll
without them pins
but alive with the pain
of not dyin' before its dime
to give the reaper five
lookin' aroun'
lookin' aroun'
rollin' ovah
rollin' ovah ovah' bein' hea' (here)
five and dime
dime and five
give me dime
give me five
and I'll take yo' dime
give ya' time...
... that's givin' ya' voodoo change in zen!

Copyright © Wrulf Gunkl-VonGlashaus

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Haiku in the Graphic Arts

 free verse 

Artist, Susan Boulet
makes the connection between 
observation and application.

Through figures of fantasy
she creates a spirit of solitude.
Heads and hands
intermix thoughts and practice
capturing the visage of the heart.

Images juxtaposed -
her genius is pictorial haiku.
May she rest in the peace
she has bequeathed to us.

The art work of Susan Seddon Boulet may be viewed/purchased at

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet

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Down And Out Haiku Slam

<                                          whispers of the wind .........
                                            speak to enchanted sea .........
                                            bp ........  going down

Copyright © Katherine Stella

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The Haiku Corral - Part 3

Haiku Licentioso 
('They who quaff this cup shall see god
and The Magdalen')

with the *powder
that goes in the tea
comes the instructions:
''dump into the brew
mix salaciously
drink licentiously
and feel like a libertine''

''caution's for the birds
toss the birds back into the leaves
grab a broom
aim for and dip on the dance floor,
and mix salaciously
drink licentiously
feel like a libertine''

''noon's for stealing shade
afternoons for sawing logs
nights for stealing even deeper
and dawn for burning rubber
out of jail mate hell (or heaven),
so mix salaciously
drink licentiously
and cuss on your knees
like a libertine''

''love's for the blind
hatred for the weak
and bravery for the mad,
mix salaciously
drink licentiously
and ask for rebates on living
like a libertine''

''file for Chapter 11 on your intellect
strip-tease for bees
perjure yourself to bears
read pornography in leaves of the tea
and yellow journalism in your pee,
mix salaciously
drink licentiously
and celebrate like a libertine''

''acknowledge god in the tax code
the 1-800 goddess in the phone book
chase your mother-in-law down the street
catch yourself tripping over your dreams
plagiarize your nightmares,
and mix salaciously
drink licentiously
and hiccup like a libertine -
- for missing the bus
is half the fun
unless it's a disease you catch
your dog lies down with fleas
arises with a bladder-full
while divorce doesn't quite pay the bills,
so mix salaciously
drink licentiously
and go the way of all flesh and blood
like a libertine Ph. D.''

* (hibiscus-flavored rose hip tea added to regular tea)

Copyright © Wrulf Gunkl-VonGlashaus

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Haiku with Media

Few Words, Few pictures, News
Thousand narrations to same story
Every day a new story
Journalism, an art to write
Whether truth is perceived or false
None care, just write it.
Coverage of war or peace
Hidden remains the agenda of brokers
Cameraman with presenter on TV
What is shown, repeat telecast?
Same images, and same footage again
As seen on cable TV 
Magazine, periodicals, articles and letters
People read and contribute searching truth
Some are victims, others spectators
Morphed I did see, pictures
Some well crafted, some under bad hands
Every agency has a news
Reports, articles, statistics and surveys 
Core contents of the daily news papers 
2 page news, rest advertisements.
New flash, breaking news and updates
Presidential speeches, parliament debates and reality shows
Twenty four seven TV channeled 
Melodies, drums and orchestra played
Dramas, shows, politricks and business
Echoing; let the shows begin.
FT, BBC, CNN, News corp. Siasat
Created, supplied, edited, published, blogged, or uploaded  
Chinese whisper crawl in their veins.


Copyright © azim mohammed

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Digressions on Billboard Haiku


Sick of the commute?

	Early morning pavement gray as masticated 
	breakfast sprinkled with broken glass.

Brakelights driving you crazy?

	Blinking red Morse with its Monday 
	bad news: Accident Ahead.

Take the train and dream.

	And off beyond the shoulder, fields of grasses 
	growing free, whatever the mind can see.

Copyright © Taylor Graham

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23 Line Haiku Hijack

            23 Line Haiku Hijack

I stole a haiku from the Japanese
Stuffed it in a duffle bag, added 23 lines to make it fat
Fed it chocolate day and night before we started
Threw the 5-7-5 lines overboard in flight
Then placed the new one on the market when I landed
Shrimp and whale tails make for sound haiku 
Deliciously raw like sushi
Japan hates my poetry and me.  They call it criminal
Call it distasteful, crude and rude and even disrespectful 
Complaining it suffered from too many lines and rhymes 
I sold the stolen poem to a toothless Afghan man 
A Taliban by trade, in need of a wife
He realized the mistake we made  
Haiku is not an overweight woman, so he returned it
Calling it bland, loveless and torturously trite
I injected a diaphragm on the haiku 2nd line     
To prevent undo pregnancies
When left alone to expand, haiku will multiply on command
It grew from 3 to 23 lines in what Japanese call, disgraceful 
Hijacking haiku and adding more lines is wrong  
It changes the meaning and is far too long
Haiku will never be the same again
I sent it off to India on a train…a quatrain to be exact. 
I have no shame, and that's a fact

Copyright © Earl Schumacker

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The Haiku Corral - Part 2

Dogpatch Haiku Anthem

wailin' blue-tick blues
heard only beyond the ear
struttin' your rooster
in boots just made for
walkin' all over the bull,
pick it up and
use it
or hit the road!
'cause if ya' cain't crow
ya' ain't got bull or zen

death ain't got no sting
like slappin' the bull
spiders no good
unless they're widders of black,
pick it up and
use it
or hit the road!
'cause if ya' cain't crow
ya' ain't got bull or zen

laugh at the moon
mock the tornado
mourn with the riva'
follow the alley cat
of your slinkin' dreams
take your time with mushrooms and
shake with the chill of an unknown fever
preach to shadows
scream at the midday sun
dive into clouds
parachute into mud,
and pick it up
use it or hit the road!
'cause if you cain't crow
ya' ain't got bull or zen

cheat on the test
for a license to drive
yourself crazy
duck when you swear at the mirror
change your mind as often
as your underwear
dream in the sweat lodge of terror
ovah what ya' ain't
make obscene calls to your
local hornet's nest
and don't quibble ovah takin' the outhouse in,
and pick it up
use it or hit the road!
'cause if ya' cain't crow
ya' ain't got zen or bull

pop the cork
tip the bottle
wrap your tongue around the ecstasy
jilt the bruises of your fear
make love to the spider
kiss the frog,
pick it up and
use it
or hit the road!
'cause if ya' cain't crow
ya' ain't got zen or bull

Copyright © Wrulf Gunkl-VonGlashaus

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You think it's easy to realn to plonounce wolds in Engrish 
When you come flom Japan?  No sillee  bob.
We say  L  instead or R  and vice versa, so tly it,  and 
Rots of ruck you sirry chump.

And to put kids thlough school in Amelica, 
You gotta be a mirrionaile
Schoor lurels  ale stirr not costry, but for my chirdlen I buy
Roads of books  for Geometly, ol  georogy,
Ol geoglaphy, Ol biorogy, ol tligonometly, 
And crassics in Gleek and Ratin.

I myserf find it hald to forrow
Ranguage books on the Amelican and Blitish diarects
Which ale so diffelent, 
Rike the wold in Engrand for rift in USA  is erevatol
And amelican gasorine is Blitish petlor.
I arso buy books on poetly  to lead quietry at sreeptime.

We rive a  pracid rife in the falm countly
Crose to Olrando  in Frolida 
And we laise fat hens, what we carr  poltry pourtly
The lear plobrem   is tlying to pleselve oul  Japanese curtule
Arways at lisk of dlowning in a sea of Engrish glammal.
Plobabry arr foleign palents out thele wirr aglee with me – 
Am I light? Or wlong?

And Amelican poritics  is anothel mystely to us  foleignels
When you speak  about  flee erections
What this means is the plesident has elections with gilr  fliends
And  he doesn’t have to  pay  - 
Oh this is so diffelent flom Japan !
Engrish ranguage and customs..…I  learry can’t undelstand them


Copyright © Sidney Beck

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time machine jukebox haiku

time machine jukebox
resurrecting black and white
just for the music

Copyright © Marty King

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country river memory haiku

skipping rocks for fun
at a loved summertime place
sipping lemonade

Copyright © Marty King

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US-NATO 'humanitarian' intervention in libya haiku

US-NATO “humanitarian” intervention in libya haiku


replacing somebody who won’t do our 
with someone who will 

Copyright © andrew delapruch

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They sat on the boulders
by the babbling brook
basking in God's brightness,
their bronze curly locks
bouncing as they giggled.

Their beauty was perfect 
in every way, including
the big beautiful bold eye
that graced each of them
centered in their foreheads.

They were giggling at me
because I balked at each
questioning my own sight;
could it be, I asked myself,
God made them one-eyed?

Their laughter mingled
with the songs of the brook
as I marveled at their beauty,
even though embarrassed
for having gawked at them so.

What could I say as I walked away?

(From a dream: Mar. 1, 2008)

[It should be noted that on the front page of The Komsomolskaya Pravda, the 
Russian Newspaper, it was reported on 2/22/2005, that a baby girl was born with 
one blue eye centered in her forehead. She died right after birth, only having 
taken one breath. I researched this, because I could not believe what I saw in 
this dream; also I worried that it would discredit my vision of Heaven. I hope to 
see these beauties again in Heaven when I get there. I'll want to be their friend 
and get to know them better.]

          “...there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no 
more pain, for the former things have passed away.”
                REV 21:4


They are all over
fluttering up, down, here, there,
bringing messages.

“'He who overcomes shall be clothed in white garments, and I will not blot out his 
name from the Book of Life; but I will confess his name before My Father and 
before His angels.'”
               REV 3:5

These poems are the last 2 poems in my IN HEAVEN book, which is 165 pages 
long, and for which I'm seeking a publisher.

(C) Sheila Kathryn Barrera Feb. 12, 2008 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Copyright © Sheila Kathryn Barrera

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Untitled #142 / Haiku

Haiku! Haiku!
A lesson about Haiku!
Aha! I have foreseen this moment!

Copyright © Jesse Jones

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haiku and prose

I wrote about love
I wrote about pain
poured it out
for all to read

I wrote about passion
I wrote about warmth
on moonless nights
when I was cold

I wrote about mountains
I wrote about the sea
the monsoon rain
and lightning storms

I write it all
I write what I feel
in haiku and prose
a blogger's lament

Copyright © J B