<P ALIGN=“CENTER”> Clear sky turns purple,
Jet contrails glowing hot pink!
A high tech sunset.
Tris </P>
For a project at school, I had to write poetry, and I decided to write haikus. I wrote lots and lots of haikus about Spam, but I don’t have the paper with me, and I can only remember one at the moment, so here goes:
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Is Spam really meat?
It is shaped like a brown brick.
I should build a house.
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Your haiku is nice,
But I feel I should tell you
That Spam’s pink, not brown.
Live a Lush Life
Da Chef
<P ALIGN=“CENTER”>Now we really know
How he got to be the Chef
Do not eat brown Spam.
Tris </P>
(Not sure I’m doing it right)
I have a big test.
Three chapters of Chinese words.
I should go study.
But I know I won’t.
I’ll sit on my ass instead.
Reading the Straight Dope.
–John
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I know only this:
God has given us a kiss,
and has named it Tris.
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Lib
<P ALIGN=“CENTER”>I did not see her.
The old woman, sitting there,
Now I think of her.
Tris </P>
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<P ALIGN=“CENTER”>If I were in love,
I would search for blossom buds,
To coax into bloom.
Fragile new flowers,
Come so unexpectedly.
If I were in love.
Tris </P>
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My coat is at home.
I shiver, in the cold wind.
Yesterday was warm.
Tris </P><HR>
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Heavy lids in class.
So hard to pay attention.
A nap would be nice.
<P ALIGN=“CENTER”> Ancient face smiling,
A sweet child’s laugh echoing,
I miss you, Nana.
Tris </P><HR>
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counting in haiku
one two three four five six, oops
fourty-nine’s square root
From a friend:
CAT HAIKUI
need a new toy
Tail of black dog keeps good time
Pounce! Good dog! Good dog!
Something Posing As Meat.
VB
I could never eat a mouse raw…their little feet are probably real cold going down. :rolleyes:
For equal time, a DOG HAIKU:
I love my master:
Thus I perfume myself with
This long-dead squirrel.
Live a Lush Life
Da Chef
<P ALIGN=“CENTER”> I dig through the mud,
My hands numb in the spring cold.
Thinking of summer.
Tris </P> <HR>
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Pah! A Haiku Thread,
As I do not have a poem,
I will lurk instead
My Girl is going,
four seasons without her here,
My girl I adore
J
I’m a maniac, a maa-ianac thats for sure,
ANd Im dancin’ like I never did be-foor"
Groundskeeper Willy
My house is a mess
The children are quite lazy
No one visits us
Is my house a home?
Or is it just where I live?
Just furniture in rooms.
Home is returning
To somewhere or to someone
That welcomes with love.
Habit rules the unreflecting herd. - Wordsworth
Dammit, I can’t count
I’m just no good at haiku
Speech remains stilted.
The tea pot whistles
Steam rises from the water
like a fading dream
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.