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Haiku/Senryu Compilation
Bird Table (Nature) Haiku
Icy lacy frost
blankets Holly bush and tree,
Graces berry feast.
Sky Art (Colour) Haiku
Crimson wisps blood-stain
azure's fading sky to paint
dusk's art at sunset.
Tall Order (Animal) Haiku
Legs all sprawled askew.
Yards of neck enmeshed in thorn.
Delicate giraffe.
Despair (Emotion) Senryu
Anguish, held too long.
Wracking sobs and flowing tears.
Eyes implore. Arms fall.
Today (Open Choice) Senryu
Baby born today.
Text said: "Girl, black hair. All well!"
Could be monkey too.
I Am. (Tanka)
Set me a challenge.
Give me a reason to know
something that I don't.
When I can master it once,
Then I'll show you who I am
Icy lacy frost
blankets Holly bush and tree,
Graces berry feast.
Sky Art (Colour) Haiku
Crimson wisps blood-stain
azure's fading sky to paint
dusk's art at sunset.
Tall Order (Animal) Haiku
Legs all sprawled askew.
Yards of neck enmeshed in thorn.
Delicate giraffe.
Despair (Emotion) Senryu
Anguish, held too long.
Wracking sobs and flowing tears.
Eyes implore. Arms fall.
Today (Open Choice) Senryu
Baby born today.
Text said: "Girl, black hair. All well!"
Could be monkey too.
I Am. (Tanka)
Set me a challenge.
Give me a reason to know
something that I don't.
When I can master it once,
Then I'll show you who I am
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Posted: Apr 2019
About this poem:
Senryu is a Japanese form of short poetry similar to haiku in construction: three lines with 17 or fewer morae (or on) in total. However, senryu tend to be about human foibles while haiku tend to be about nature, and senryu are often cynical or darkly humorous while haiku are more serious. Unlike haiku, senryu do not include a kireji or verbal caesura (cutting word), and do not generally include a kigo, or seasonal word.It is often said that both haiku and senryu can be funny, but that if it’s funny, it’s probably senryu. Both haiku and senryu can be about nature, but if it’s about nature, it’s probably a haiku. In addition, both haiku and senryu can be about nature or human nature. Both haiku and senryu can be serious or humorous/satirical. A serious poem about nature is certainly a haiku. And a funny/satirical poem about human nature is certainly a senryu.
Tanka consist of five units (often treated as separate lines when transliterated or translated), usually with the following mora pattern: 5-7-5-7-7.
The 5-7-5 is called the kami-no-ku (“upper phrase”), and the 7-7 is called the shimo-no-ku (“lower phrase”).
iron bars
I came from the sea.. I came from the sea.. is that woman still there.. does she still wait on me..?
I took a life.. I took a life.. as a life tried to take mine from me.. so I left my ship and hid inside the bark of a lonesome tree.. until hunger of the heart and mind did lead me to a door.. I didn't want to live inside a tree anymore.. a pair of eyes met mine and two more below in furs.. a dog that took chase against some distance noise that wasn't mine or hers.. the clock above the mantle swung its hands around the hours slow.. as if by chance the roaring fire's bars had never been aglow.. and days came and went as tide outside the door.. and her loneliness wed mine and was no more.. and though fear could not replace the magic in her stare.. she told policemen in plain clothes.. that I was never there..
I came from the sea.. I came from the sea.. if there is a god I hope he prays for men like me..
I told her how my story was sung from the lips of legal spin and how I had killed a man and robbed him said his kin.. his blade to my neck neither mentioned nor referred.. but justice was seen to be done and thus justly served.. and though I knew our new world was indentured to a mortal life.. I called her son my own and this angelic woman, wife.. fate did intervene two years inside our fated chance.. some off duty cop sniffed something off.. at some off duty dance.. a smile upon lips that had never seen a smile before and my hand in her's too much for this neighbour to ignore.. she made a call and suddenly all my world was filled with iron bars.. assorted characters.. lawyers, judges.. cars.. she waits in dreams with the son who calls me fondly, dad..
the only time of love and peace.. my madness ever had..
I took a life.. I took a life.. as a life tried to take mine from me.. so I left my ship and hid inside the bark of a lonesome tree.. until hunger of the heart and mind did lead me to a door.. I didn't want to live inside a tree anymore.. a pair of eyes met mine and two more below in furs.. a dog that took chase against some distance noise that wasn't mine or hers.. the clock above the mantle swung its hands around the hours slow.. as if by chance the roaring fire's bars had never been aglow.. and days came and went as tide outside the door.. and her loneliness wed mine and was no more.. and though fear could not replace the magic in her stare.. she told policemen in plain clothes.. that I was never there..
I came from the sea.. I came from the sea.. if there is a god I hope he prays for men like me..
I told her how my story was sung from the lips of legal spin and how I had killed a man and robbed him said his kin.. his blade to my neck neither mentioned nor referred.. but justice was seen to be done and thus justly served.. and though I knew our new world was indentured to a mortal life.. I called her son my own and this angelic woman, wife.. fate did intervene two years inside our fated chance.. some off duty cop sniffed something off.. at some off duty dance.. a smile upon lips that had never seen a smile before and my hand in her's too much for this neighbour to ignore.. she made a call and suddenly all my world was filled with iron bars.. assorted characters.. lawyers, judges.. cars.. she waits in dreams with the son who calls me fondly, dad..
the only time of love and peace.. my madness ever had..
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Posted: May 2019
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Ah Ha!
A box of crackerjacks,
Can’t hide,
What I find,
Among the kernels popped,
Sugar coated, enshrined,
Nary a tombstone,
Nor wet-nurse,
Starts off,
Unrhymed.
Can’t hide,
What I find,
Among the kernels popped,
Sugar coated, enshrined,
Nary a tombstone,
Nor wet-nurse,
Starts off,
Unrhymed.
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Posted: Oct 2012
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The Past
There is no past
What was I thinking?
My past is gone
Different zip codes
Phone numbers and faces
I have forgotten many
Places and faces and
Who I remember have
Forgotten me and
What is done is done
Facebook has new
Faces
New places
Some unseen until
Later
Later today or
Tomorrow
I will know them when
I see them
And they will get to know
Me
What was I thinking?
My past is gone
Different zip codes
Phone numbers and faces
I have forgotten many
Places and faces and
Who I remember have
Forgotten me and
What is done is done
Facebook has new
Faces
New places
Some unseen until
Later
Later today or
Tomorrow
I will know them when
I see them
And they will get to know
Me
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Posted: Nov 2012
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Parental discretion advised*
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
How long will christmas be legal?The Mask
The Mask
Many wear a mask made of grins that lies
To hide their true face, this each denies
Amassing a debt of horrid human guile
Hidden behind the mask with that smile
Pay no heed to them for each soon dies
We wait for the day the world will do otherwise
Stop accounting for all the tears and sighs
Remember this when you see them while
Wearing that mask with the lying smile
Oh Lord hearken not to their mournful cries
From these tortured souls as they arise
Yours sing, but you know the clay is vile
Allow us to dream otherwise awhile
Not taken in by the mask of beguiling lies
Many wear a mask made of grins that lies
To hide their true face, this each denies
Amassing a debt of horrid human guile
Hidden behind the mask with that smile
Pay no heed to them for each soon dies
We wait for the day the world will do otherwise
Stop accounting for all the tears and sighs
Remember this when you see them while
Wearing that mask with the lying smile
Oh Lord hearken not to their mournful cries
From these tortured souls as they arise
Yours sing, but you know the clay is vile
Allow us to dream otherwise awhile
Not taken in by the mask of beguiling lies
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Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
A poem about a truizm we all know oh to well.
stepping out
Yesterday I took a step away
away from the heartache
away from the tumult
away from stress
it is somewhat unknown just what I have stepped into
but I do know that that which I've stepped out of
offered only pain
it has been a while since I ventured out
eighteen years
now, a new beginning is before me
things had been so awful for so long
maybe I'll once more carry a song in my heart
a smile on my face
laugh aloud
and do the hootchie-koo......
away from the heartache
away from the tumult
away from stress
it is somewhat unknown just what I have stepped into
but I do know that that which I've stepped out of
offered only pain
it has been a while since I ventured out
eighteen years
now, a new beginning is before me
things had been so awful for so long
maybe I'll once more carry a song in my heart
a smile on my face
laugh aloud
and do the hootchie-koo......
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
I'm changing jobs....
Moon (cinquain form 2)
Moon
shining bright
cool, tranquil, mysterious
you make my soul delight
Moon
shining bright
cool, tranquil, mysterious
you make my soul delight
Moon
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
thought I would give it a trythe mateting game
What a joke this game we play with its shades of gray. We piss and moan,wine and cry wishing some day to dine. Dissapointment is the game,attacking those with no name. Breaking hearts the bid,winner will always dread. Only loosers stay unscaved,so hippity hop and play if you dare but fake hearts do not care.
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Posted: May 2013
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internet dateing, is it a game to most?Savannah Cafe
Voices mingle with the scuffle of shoes clicking,
and doors slamming shut.
The smell of coffee and cinnamon buns permeates
the air...
Movement...sound...senses rage in overdrive,
and yet still.
Questions of whether the coffee is actually tea,
or are these simply pancakes...just not so flat?
I recognize some of the faces from long ago,
especially the man in the glass.
He stares into my eyes without notice,
melancholy and mystery hovering close by...
It is his frozen voice that I mimic from time to time.
Standing to shuffle my way to the door and you
are here too, in the corner alone..
I had hoped you'd never find me here...
Slicing through plumes of blue smoke,
Your eyes invite me to sit with you.
I am near you now... settled in this booth,
and not alone.
Gregory
and doors slamming shut.
The smell of coffee and cinnamon buns permeates
the air...
Movement...sound...senses rage in overdrive,
and yet still.
Questions of whether the coffee is actually tea,
or are these simply pancakes...just not so flat?
I recognize some of the faces from long ago,
especially the man in the glass.
He stares into my eyes without notice,
melancholy and mystery hovering close by...
It is his frozen voice that I mimic from time to time.
Standing to shuffle my way to the door and you
are here too, in the corner alone..
I had hoped you'd never find me here...
Slicing through plumes of blue smoke,
Your eyes invite me to sit with you.
I am near you now... settled in this booth,
and not alone.
Gregory
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Posted: Jun 2013
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