Tag Archives: Haiku

“No Haikus Today!”

No Haikus today? I think it would be better if I stuck to prose.

Haiku for #NationalPoetryDay

Write poems today –
and every other day,
just because you can.

#NationalPoetryDay

So, what day is it? (Haiku) #NationalPoetryDay

So, what day is it?

National Poetry Day!

So, write a poem.

Haiku of the Day

The day being here,

given the name Wednesday,

the Haiku is writ.

“No Haiku, Today.”

I left out a note

for Ernie, fastest poet,

“No Haiku, Today.”

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He left Senryu,

four of them, all in a row –

well, what could I say?

It’s ‘No Haiku Day’ #NoHaiku

Hash-Tag No Haiku, just write something different, and all will be well.

Seven days of seven Haiku a day – Day 7

Well, it’s nearly done,

just these last seven Haiku,

or Senryu things.

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Have I convinced you?

That Haiku and Senryu

are such worthy foes?

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Or has this been naff?

So many questions, just for you –

and so few answers.

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Anyway you look,

it’s very neatly over,

and you can relax.

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In a darkened room,

with a glass of aubergines

or something like that.

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Winding down slowly,

and easing off the throttle,

braking gradually.

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Driving metaphors –

I ask you, what are they like?

As if that mattered.

Seven days of seven Haiku a day – Day 6

Day six of seven,

and still no landing in sight –

ahoy there, mateys!

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Well, I said ‘silly’,

and, so, silly it has been,

with the odd stale bit.

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When I say, ‘stale bit’

I really meant ‘serious’

but it was too long.

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So, now here we are,

on the middle Haiku part

and you’re all at sea.

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My mixed metaphors

(similar to similes)

can confuse people.

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When I say, ‘people’

that may or may not include

someone that you know.

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Seventh Haiku starts

in much the same vein, because

that is how I write.

Seven days of seven Haiku a day – Day 5

Written in Devon,

and so likely to be poor,

away from my home.

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However, I try;

then I give up, try once more;

before giving up.

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And starting again;

which did catch me by surprise,

brought tears to my eyes.

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So, at four words in,

can you tell the difference

or is it the same?

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West of the Tamar

there lays a strange, hidden, land

where all is ajar.

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People talk weirdly

with voices not understood

by the best of us.

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I think it has failed,

this attempt to Devon write

like everything’s well.

Seven days of seven Haiku a day – Day 4

Autumn’s mist arrives,

adds a cool chill to the air,

and then leaves us … leaves.

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That is a Haiku;

it is in no way funny,

and tales of Nature.

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I can do Haiku;

though for a while they were not –

as they were silly.

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Now, if I have to,

I can write serious things,

and leave puns behind.

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The Sun rose tofday;

but it did so quite unseen

due to the mizzle.

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“This’ll confuse them.”

said the Sun in his ‘hot’ voice.

Well, we had no choice

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but to be confused.

We stared at the dusty sky,

then went back to bed.