Best Basho Poems
this wind
how it changes direction -
my fickle mind
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Basho Inspired Haiku Contest
© 8th January 2022
Scrolls rolled at his feet
He sits, watching life unfold
His pen drips beauty
I find you in an old silent pond,
The imagery you've left will outlive all,
With nature,your immortal bond
You will stand like a kiri tree tall.
You, the gem of haiku,
Your name be echoed in Fuji's peak,
Mogami river shall chant your lines
Your praise be sung by the Cuckoo.
The rivers and the oceans shall seek
To preserve you in their shrines.
The Cherry trees bow in thankfulness
Pines remind of your gingko walks,
Spring departs,autumn smiles in happiness
The rivers, the winds and the clouds.
Though time fades away,deem all out,
You shall remain in greenness of nature
Forever alive and forever young.
This word-wreath be bestowed
Upon you and your name shall feature
In the valley and ocean shall chant your song.
A morning spell
freshly proposed
comes quietly in
yesterday's ambient air
pushes out of the screen
archaic puffs of stale
what meanders out
is the remnants of me
before the crisis
caught between
hope and despair
I take to daydreaming
alone
again
in my bed
Jan 12, 2022
Sponsor Damned I-Be
Contest Name HAIKU CONTEST inspired by BASHO
Heart’s Love Speech
My girl (archaic)
has my raincoat.
And I...
Well, I (adverb)...
have never been so -
Happy (pronoun)
to sit outside,
pondside,
in the rain (verb).
Just me and (subordinating conjunction) Basho (pronoun) (archaic).
Drenched,
smiling (preposition)...
I’ve all but - “Yauoooosh!” (interjection) jumped in.
POEM BY BASHO
We were quiet now,
still breathing deeply from
the sexual exertions of our
late middle age, guided by
the music, gliding toward a
landing through the ambient
haze of unconditional love
The Japanese singer with the
black eyes and hair and the
rising sun mouth, lived her
rhythm and blues through the
discipline of the koto, did a
high soaring wail as the final
jetliner of the Syracuse evening
climbed toward the moon that
was a cold silver smile above
the snow-covered city where
we daily delight in the details
of desire
Our transition into clarity
was the sonic antithesis of
a poem by Basho:
Seventeen seconds
of screaming haiku on a
February night!
Basho wrote it like this...
in autumn moonlight
the worm digs so silently
into the chestnut
If I were Basho I might write it like this...
in the desert heat
coyotes scream so wildly
echo through the sage
both haiku - 5/7/5
(coyotes - pronounced ky-oats)
newborn deer
life is fragile
it died
08/01/2022
Anne-Lise Andresen
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The E(n)dge
I leave damp mudprints
there where I met the shore.
The dragonflies' dances,
the goslings scrammed,
and I for now (or 'lo, for once)
exhaled. Edges do that.
A turtle somewhere spied me
not spying a frog; quick to leap.
And splash! My eyes follow my ears.
A biped clown, here at a threshold.
A stronghold of thrushes.
And red-winged blackbirds...
briefly visiting tufts and reeds.
When I go I think it likely
no memory of me will remain
no indication, no story, no song.
But where my callous kissed
the muck.
Invert puddlings, concentric whorls.
A fish somewhere, like I,
determined to visit an edge.
Marks with its 'foot'prints,
lips breaking the tension,
A visit to the start of Sky...
now gone.
We each leave our prints.
We leave each other's
memories,
in time.
Spirit of Basho_
breathing in and out
of gases
to haiku writers
World's storm clouds unleashed
Wise owls rescue and protect -
New dawn awakens
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written 12 January 2022
HAIKU CONTEST inspired by
BASHO only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Damned I-Be
BASHO
Three hundred years passed—
Basho's frog still goes kerplunk.
He's still much with us.
Three hundred years passed—
Basho's frog still goes kerplunk.
Can you hear him yet?
Three hundred years passed—
Basho's frog still jumps—
kerplunk.
Can't you hear him now?
Basho could hear it.
A frog, strangely eternal,
an old pond—kerplunk
meditation
beside the rippling stream
a silent cricket
©1/9/2022
Sage meanders
Sage observes
Sage proclaims
World's storm clouds unleashed
Wise owls rescue and protect -
New dawn awakens
Healthy - maybe
Global - maybe
Forever - maybe
WHO knows?
Weather life, be happy, be content
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Some clues to my Basho-style haiku
13 January 2022
CONFINED
round and round it goes
looking for an entrance
goldfish
STUD
mare on heat
retired racehorse
not interested
JANUARY
a new beginning
as cold as it can be
thick sweaters
SHOCK
positive scarlet
negative chocolate
electrocution
LIFE
troubled living
in sickness not in health
worse disease worsened cure