Two Bros at the Art Gallery
v- necked, buffed, burnished
pumped, pectoral, and puzzled,
aerobatic hair.
Two Bros at the Art Gallery (haiku)
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Redwood Haiku
Redwood Haiku
new shoots from old roots
deep in the cedar forest
I’m birthing clichés
Garbage Day (haiku)
Garbage Day (haiku)
mayhem in the lane
all the bins have flipped their lids
Jack has left the box.
Haiku written in response to a comment by the incomparable Steve Simpson.
The Poet Steps Out with Uncharacteristic Resolve (haiku)
The Poet Steps Out with Uncharacteristic Resolve
No free verse today
I’m taking my doggerel
for a long, long walk.
This haiku, by my good friend, Slim Volume, was short-listed in the non-starter category at the Mountmellick Haiku festival. Well done, Slim!
Rooster (Ometepe haiku) 2
Rooster
still dark, the rooster
starts his moronic complaint
damn pre-emptive cock
That Eternal Question (haiku)
That Eternal Question
god’s old dilemma
exercise or exorcise
judgement or demons
3 Haiku that have nothing to do with Spring
Tunnel
there is a cliche
at the end of the tunnel
be all you can be.
Stock Exchange
a bear is on the loose
the once priapic market
losing altitude.
Counting Time
one two three four five
the Mississippi silent
but just for a while.
Why I have difficulty writing haiku
I thought I would give this one another outing at Open Link night over at dVerse.
Why I have difficulty writing haiku
problem with haiku
definite article is
first casualty
next casualty
indefinite article
makes me sound little
like Japanese guard
in prison camp in movie
world war two movie
who for some reason
is speaking English (how? why?)
with staccato voice
or perhaps I am
po-faced guru on mountain
dispensing bromides:
crow flies at midnight
in front of luminous moon
affair ends badly
all because I am
in service to, at mercy
of, syllable count.
Two Haiku’s to Start the Year
Raccoons
raccoons on the deck
humping in the porch light glow
procyonid love
Crosswalks
January morn
the low slouch of high school kids
cross sullen crosswalks
Following the Rhyme (haiku)
Following the Rhyme (haiku)
sacred and profane
irrelevant and germane
J. Cale and Cocaine
(I know, real haiku’s don’t rhyme)
Toadstool (haiku)
Toadstool
I see a toadstool
and wonder: what in toad hall
has that toad eaten?
Early Bird Special (quadrille with bonus haiku)
Early Bird Special
unlike the midnight special
there are no songs
to celebrate the early bird special
no IHOPian bard,
no poet laureate of the blue plate
no bargain basement Dylan
no cut price Cohen
to extol the digestive
and economic benefits
of getting an early start.
Inspired by the dVerse prompt to write a quadrille using the word “early”. Thanks to Kim for the prompt.
Bonus Haiku
dawn breaks, early shift
at the haiku factory
counting syllables.
Photo: Sunrise on Planet Cistern 2
You don’t have to Yell (haiku)
This haiku is in response to the RonovanWrites weekly haiku challenge. The prompt words are rebel, change.
You don’t have to Yell
are you a rebel?
are you in need of a change?
call Rebel Help now!
Day at the Beach
Day at the Beach
sand martins, packed sand
mom’s new perm all blown to hell
a holiday wind
transistor blaring
Bobby Kennedy is dead
dad’s head turns slowly
Mosquito at Dusk (haiku)
Mosquito at Dusk (haiku)
mosquito at dusk
red weal, antihistamine
calamine lotion
sweet calamine
good times never
I’d be inclined….
Death of a Scofflaw
Death of a Scofflaw
he was popular
with the police force, they will
miss his demeanour.
inspired by The Daily Jolt.
Rooster (Ometepe haiku)
Rooster
still dark, the rooster
starts his moronic complaint
damn pre-emptive cock
The Daily Prompt is dead, long live…..
The Daily Prompt is dead, long live…..
Suddenly at the end of May, the Daily Prompt disappeared from the blogosphere just when I was getting to know it. Frankly, I miss it. I didn’t respond on a daily basis but every now and then, a prompt would fire my imagination (I can’t get no..) and I would write a poem that I would never have written without that prompt. So here is a haiku to lament the passing of the Daily Prompt.
In Memoriam: the Daily Prompt
left bereft, promptless
stalled and stumped and paralysed
how can we go on?
But all is not lost, I have noticed a few bloggers out there are trying to fill the gap, and I would like to throw my hat into that ring. The difference is I will be offering prompts that are not actual words, but words that I have made up. Today’s word is “brattitude”. As in…..
“The dress has that swaggering catwalk brattitude we have come to expect from a Karl Aufderfelt design.”
Since I do not want to sully the memory of the Daily Prompt, I have struggled to come up with an alternative name. I thought maybe, the Daily Prod, but some of my friends in Belfast might mistake it for a sectarian bulletin. I toyed with the Daily Prick but abandoned it for obvious reasons. I finally settled on the Daily Jolt, like a shot of caffeine, a creative laxative. (This post is like a bowling ball that keeps veering towards the gutter.)
So give it a go, hit me with your best shot, post something inspired by the jolt word “brattitude”, link back to this blog and I will list a link to your post here. Or simply post a comment here.
By the way, it’s very unlikely that I will have the imagination or application to do this on a daily basis, so the Daily Jolt will probably be occasional.
Jerry Seinfeld Takes a Walk in the Park and Writes a Haiku (re-Post)
Why, when dogs chase birds,
do we see optimism
not futility.
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(By the way, if you haven’t already, check out “Comedians in Cars getting Coffee” where comedy, coffee and cars are the only constants.)
Let’s adopt a new adjective and over-use it until it has lost its original meaning (Haiku)
Hard Times Haiku (some knowledge of grammar required)
Hard Times
he felt deleted
like a worn-out expletive
declined, like a noun.
Photos: Waiting for the Drop
Provoke (Haiku for Donald/ Trumputin)
These poems were originally written as an attempt to provoke. That didn’t happen, and nothing changed as a result of writing them but at least I had some fun doing it. The second poem appeared in the magazine Anti_Heroin Chic
Haiku for Donald
petulant pillock
postcranial curmudgeon
bombastic buffoon.
Trumputin (a romance)
Don loves Vlad
Vlad loves Don
Love as big as
A nuclear bomb.
Front door, back door,
Kremlin, tower
Nuclear love
Nuclear power.
Another Haiku Featuring a Vacuum.(redux)
allergens loiter
on the vacuum’s humid breath
spiders abandon
web based solutions
seek cover in crevices
domestic terror.
Jerry Seinfeld Takes a Walk in the Park and Writes a Haiku
Why, when dogs chase birds,
do we see optimism
not futility.
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(By the way, if you haven’t already, check out “Comedians in Cars getting Coffee” where comedy, coffee and cars are the only constants.)
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