Forum user haikus
- Thread starter Degsy
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Here to forever
Diamonds in the endless black
Our lives are tiny
Diamonds in the endless black
Our lives are tiny
Haikus are stupid
Arbitrary syllables
Make no difference.
Now REAL haikus are true works of art and pretty difficult to pull off. Mad respect for those ancient guys who made them and some poets who still do. Slapping an arbitrary syllable per line restriction on things, though...nope.
Arbitrary syllables
Make no difference.
Now REAL haikus are true works of art and pretty difficult to pull off. Mad respect for those ancient guys who made them and some poets who still do. Slapping an arbitrary syllable per line restriction on things, though...nope.
Negativity
Gets very boring quickly
And fails to impress
One can be very
creative when limited
by these rules of play
I'm a merchant man
Plying my wares through space
A real space trucker!
It is too easy
To upset would-be poets
Tears like a fine wine
I was restricted by the syllable number itself. I don't mean to say that the poems themselves are stupid, but the rules governing them are. You could just as easily say "okay, this poem has a line and syllable restriction of 8/4/5/8 and rhymes every other line, it's called a jiggledeewop poem" and it would have the same meaning. It's just arbitrary and someone slapping a label on something. Anyway...
If you feel I rain
On your artistic parade
Carry umbrellas.
To upset would-be poets
Tears like a fine wine
I was restricted by the syllable number itself. I don't mean to say that the poems themselves are stupid, but the rules governing them are. You could just as easily say "okay, this poem has a line and syllable restriction of 8/4/5/8 and rhymes every other line, it's called a jiggledeewop poem" and it would have the same meaning. It's just arbitrary and someone slapping a label on something. Anyway...
If you feel I rain
On your artistic parade
Carry umbrellas.
Every human rule
From law to writing style
Is arbitrary
To denigrate this,
A style that can inspire,
Is worthless cruelty
Betraying the trust,
Whoever shot was the last.
Return to the dust...
Whoever shot was the last.
Return to the dust...
Once more in Cobra,
Am totally absorbed,
Absolute pleasure.
Am totally absorbed,
Absolute pleasure.
This shoddy shortening / of good old speech,
Should vanish back / where the Sunrise shines.
Far off
Where laden Cobras bob
And wheel among the stars
And smuggle hods of Onion Head
To seedy low-down bars.
Should vanish back / where the Sunrise shines.
Far off
Where laden Cobras bob
And wheel among the stars
And smuggle hods of Onion Head
To seedy low-down bars.
I sailed far away,
Light years from the nearest port.
It looked just like home.
First death, by station.
Second death, a missile boat.
Boredom then long lived.
Light years from the nearest port.
It looked just like home.
First death, by station.
Second death, a missile boat.
Boredom then long lived.
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