Assisted by dogs
Orion, feet dipped in cloud
Hunts Taurus the bull
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Assisted by dogs
Orion, feet dipped in cloud
Hunts Taurus the bull
Emotion - yes that puts a big bias on how we see things. (As do broken marriages, ho hum!)
The poem to me was full of beautiful layers of meaning until I got to the end...
I'll give it a week or so and read it again to see if my perception changes :)
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Originally Posted by freckle
It is a clear but bitter night out there. Someone over town sent up a chinese lantern about 10 minutes ago and I can still see it up there.Quote:
Originally Posted by Stef F
That'll be interesting, as I'm sure the mood and experiences of the reader will change how a poem is percieved.Quote:
Originally Posted by Stef F
ei I like that lass:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Stef F
I saw him and he was very brazen considering it was broad daylight!Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
I see them at work now again and sometimes you can get within 20 yards or so without them seeming bothered. It is amazing how bold they can be.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Not sure what the collective noun is for Haiku, but here's a few
by Sonia Sanchez- enjoy:).
1
Come windless invader
I am a carnival of
Stars a poem of blood.
2
I have caught fire from
Your mouth now you want me to
Swallow the ocean.
3
When we say good-bye
I want yo tongue inside my
Mouth dancing hello.
4
Mixed with day and sun
I crouched in the earth carry
You like a dark river.
5
You too slippery
For me. Can't hold you long or
Hard. Not enough nites.
6
Am I yo philly
Outpost? Man when you sail in
To my house, you docked.
7
This is not a fire
Sale but I am in heat
Each time I see ya.
8
I am who I am.
Nothing hidden just black silk
Above two knees.
9
I am you loving
My own shadow watching
This noontime butterfly.
10
Is there a fo rent
Sign on my butt? You got no
Territorial rights here.
11
My face is a scarred
Reminder of your easy
Comings and goings.
12
Derelict with eyes
I settle in a quiet
Carnival of waves.
13
I want to make you
Roar with laughter as I ride
You into morning.
14
I have carved you face
On my tongue and I speak you
In my off-key voice.
15
the I in you the
you in me colliding in
one drop of semen
16
legs wrapped around you
camera. action. Tightshot.
This is not a rerun.
17
Sonku
What I want
From you can
You give me? What
I give to
You do you
Want?
Hey? Hey?
18
love between us is
speech and breath. Loving you is
a long river running.
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Haiku [question from a young sister]
1.
what's wrong with being
freaky on stage you a stone
freak in yo own skin.
2.
at least we up front
about this freakdom. at least
we let it all hang out.
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Walking in the rain in Guyana
watusi like trees
holding the day like green um/
brella catching rain.
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Sonku
to worship
until i
become stone
to love
until i
become bone.
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what is done is done
what is not done is not done
let it go [ldots] like the wind.
let us be one with
the earth expelling anger
spirit unbroken.
you are rock garden
austere in your loving
in exile from touch.
mixed with day and sun
i crouched in the earth carry
you like a dark river.
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To be born
To die Each journey
a sudden wave
a 'succinct' of Haiku???:D
Blooming heck! Haiku galore there. Some great passionate ones.
Recently I have been thinking about how haiku should be presented. I have an anthology and some pages can have five haiku on them. I think they lose something when presented en masse. The simplicity of a single haiku on a page is, for me, part of their essence. I have a couple ideas for some books of my own haiku. With one haiku on the left hand page and a simple black and white image on the right. I am considering embossing the words and the image so that there is no colour except the white of the page...
I also discovered that haiku that deal with human emotions are called senryu.
Haiku overload, Mossdog, dare not quote you for fear of forum meltdown:D
Good uns though;)
Wowee Mossy, plenty to keep us busy there for a while. :)
Sonku
To work
Before i retire
To retire
Before i
Expire
I've got a lovely little book of one man's haiku from one year in his life. They are on one page each, and it does add to them. Cramming too many on a page doesn't always show them at their best, but I guess that has to be done for financial reasons some times. Just wait until you see the magazine next month, they are crammed in a bit!Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Your idea for your book sounds stunning.
Sonia Sanchez :eek:. I had to go and have a cup of tea after reading that :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
A conciseness of Haikus ?
A solitary of haiku?Quote:
Originally Posted by Alf
Hes your book idea sounds gorgeous....
on a different note
Seperation
Sometimes
I just need to have you here,
without words,
to hear you breath
and feel your hands.
Sometimes
I just need for things to be easy.
But hey listen!
I got you ain't I?
thats the thing.
I got the pebble
and the laugh
and the grin.
But my friend
what have you got?
This is lovely and touching :)
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Originally Posted by freckle
Sorry for the overload lads n' lasses...I mean't nee harm
I guess it's a case of a 'surfeit' of haiku ....or...
too many haiku
leaves the mind too bewildered
to grasp the essence.
:D:D
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Originally Posted by freckle
Heartfelt and moving.
For Fiona on Turning 50!
It seems so long ago now that we first met,
Peckham nights and too much booze,
stravaiging London’s backstreets
for amusement.
And you, fresh faced, freckled, down from the Northlands,
pale skinned, and smiles,
short on stature, big on personality.
And we will always hear,
those Scottish phrases,
a terrier language,
peppered with anglo-saxon obscenities!
Like blitz poetry,
fierce and wild, but streamed with life,
a laugh...and why not?
And while those years have passed - too fast,
and sorrows and heart-aches felt and shared,
you, still undaunted, inspire;
the bright thistled jewel of our friendship;
Caledonian dynamo,
middle-fingered salute to the reaper,
what impudence!
So let’s celebrate five decades down,
and many a more to come,
your smile, indelible as a your freckles,
more uplifting than a Ben;
Just ride it with us our feisty Hen!
An essence of haiku sounds about right.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
Lovely haiku too.
Here's one for Valentine's weekend!
Give me a kiss,
and to that kiss a score;
Then to that twenty,
add a hundred more;
A thousand to that hundred:
so kiss on,
To make that thousand up to a million.
Treble that million,
and when that is done,
Let's kiss afresh,
as when we first begun.
( Robert Herrick )
Aha! Haiku is the plural of Haiku :o You lot are far too clever for me :(:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Alf's sonnet today is an old favourite from the Lakeland poet himself
On Westminster Bridge
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! The very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
William Wordsworth
new Apple iPod
like electronic jukebox
where do cassettes go?!
:o
signed up to iTunes
imported Van's Veedon Fleece
doing Beach Boys next!
:cool:
Aw Mossy this is just so lovely I hope Fiona realises how lucky she is to have such a beautiful poem penned for her!....very moving:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
Got to get someQuote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
good vibrations
going!
I think this poem is really special....
Snow
Louise Macneice
The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was
Spawning snow and pink roses against it
Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:
World is suddener than we fancy it.
World is crazier and more of it than we think,
Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion
A tangerine and spit the pips and feel
The drunkenness of things being various.
And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for world
Is more spiteful and gay than one supposes
-On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palms of one's hands -
There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses.
That's great. I really like it. Thanks Freckle.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Liking the haiku DT or am I going to have to say senryu...a little knowledge is a dangerous thing. I am not a morning person and should not stay up reading into the wee hours when I have to get up prompt to work. Can't believe my first race of the year will mean a 6am start on Sunday!
Morning Glory
Disturbed by the alarm
Dishevelled I rise
Disjointed my thoughts
Disconnected I feel
Disgruntled seek coffee
Dismayed - no bread
Disappointed its raining
Disillusioned by news
Disarmed by the caffeine
Distanced from sleep
Dissipating grumpiness
Dissolving the aches
Discipline regained
Discovered motivation
Displaying good intentions.
Muse Gone.
Sitting here looking at the empty page,
Devoid of inspiration ,
I fly into a phonological rage,
Take out my frustration.
Syllable by syllable and word by word,
My muse disappeared,
Struggling for my writing to be heard,
No meaning in my poems it's worse than i feared.
By Herakles.
Well mate it's time for a new approach, firstly excuse my damned impertinenece of offering advice. Anyway may I suggest that you try a spot of automatic writing, write the first things that come into your mind and just write them down do this for five minutes and then circle or highlight any interesting phrases so on and so forth. You could then you use that phrase as the basis or start point of a poem or you could retry the auto writing on that one subject matter have a go, go on, go on, go on:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Herakles
Thanks Freckle for your kind words. I nearly lost my friend 2 years ago to double pneumonia, she was in hospital for several weeks in a coma on special care. The medics reckoned that it was only because she was a very fit runner/climber that she survived - so there's a lesson for us all!!:)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Wow - she's someone I'm going to google for more of.....Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Isn't it weird how, counter-intuitively, out of the depths of desperation and poet's block, sometimes inspiration can be found - well done. Herkie:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Herakles
If i'm not mistaken I do believe that Louise is actually Louis;)
You are not....she's a he!Quote:
Originally Posted by N-dubya
The Sunlight on the Garden
The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold;
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.
Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend;
And soon, my friend,
We shall have no time for dances.
The sky was good for flying
Defying the church bells
And every evil iron
Siren and what it tells:
The earth compels,
We are dying, Egypt, dying
And not expecting pardon,
Hardened in heart anew,
But glad to have sat under
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too
For sunlight on the garden.
Louis Macneice
well now that gener rectification is sorted I must say I really like Louis Macniece's poetry; honest and poignant
Heres a new one, i've become obsessed about inanimate objects being completely the opposite.
Old suitcase
I was found hiding in the attic
of a semi detached ex council house
behind a crumbling concrete wall.
My upper encrusted in a sediment of
brick dust and droppings of a mouse.
The stitching on my handle had
began to unravel from years of
massage and anxious contemplation in airports
and docks; "will I arrive at my destination"
Now a flat screwdriver was being shoved
between backplate and latch, but not
enough force to open. Eager to see my guts,
their prize I am smashed through.
What did you expect to find Nazi Gold,
Van Gogh sketches or the bones
and body parts of some poor tart.
My bowels emptied, displayed nothing
but woollen pullovers, knitting patterns and
old copies of Peoples Friend. Why was I left behind
abondoned. I had never opened up; improptu
and surprised onlookers standing in a ticket que.
I wish I was travelling with you, on the
carousel at JFK or Charles De Gaulle
Damned devilishly delectable, dearest dapper decent demure dependable diligent disciplined darling! :D
Harry puts his dictionary back on the shelf.
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Originally Posted by Hes