A Doper named, um, Malacandra
Spouts verse you can’t understandra
About his haiku
My thought’s I’d tell you
But I won’t 'cuz I’m fearful of slandra
huh huh huh… so there!
damn… “Spouts verse…” should be “Spouts verses…”
Isn’t it also so that a true haiku refers to a season, ususally in the first line - and that 5-7-5 isn’t strictly required?
This is an interesting article with many examples, my favourite being…
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
the eye of the blackbird.
(Stevens 1971, 20 - modified as suggested by Swede)
That aside, here’s a Haiku Generator. It took me 27 refreshes to get this, um, gem:
delighted pygmy
screeching piranhas emerge
thirstily tartly
and yet only a few more to get this one:
palm labors slowly
bell-ringer realizes
muddy solemn chime
Whoa!
So much ignorance
To fight; cite: Will a plane on
A treadmill take off?
Mindless devotion,
An obessesion with structure,
But can it be art?
“Obsession,” even.
Sheesh! Bonks self on head with fists.
Preview Post, your friend.
Why is “Nature’s Call”
the last post on many threads
that sink like a stone?
Triskadecamus,
why haven’t you posted here?
I love your haiku!
Limericks for me?
Nature’s Call, I’m flattered, but
Your rhyming sucks ass.
Liberal is here?
“Modal Ontological
Proof” will follow soon.
The cat sat at home
Elegant white orange, dead
Such a shame, I think
A duelist that waxes poetic
with haiku? - a form so pathetic!
I say, “Bring it on!”
to the three lined moron
who suffers from defects genetic!
(oooooh, you gonna take that? :D)
Haikus show promise
Early on; – then the thread goes
Rapidly downhill
A cold snowy night
Logged on: the SDMB.
Warmth inside the snow.
wireless laptops
allow outdoor computing
but sheesh, come inside!
This is one of my favorites:
Haiku! Pardon me.
Haiku! It’s pollen season.
Haiku! Damn. Haiku!
– Steve Jackson
The foolish man writes
Bad limericks to insult;
Silence is wiser.
A cold snowy night
Doper Sunspace brings us some warmth
True to his/her name.
G
~~G
G
(Necessary G
Not Necessary Not G
Actually G)
My opponent Malacandra is right
The weary battle is finally done
He’s shown us the value of silence: cite
And as a gentleman has this fight won.
My clumsy limericks pale beside
The elegant breath of his deft haiku
The message within his last one implied
That I should be silent. Agree? I do.
So after this sonnet has come to end
I’ll type no more verse with intent to spar
I offer my hand to my foe as friend
As well as to all Dopers, near and far
…Ah poetry then is its own reward
…The pen is mightier, yes, than the sword.