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“What do you mean by ‘just’ a Haiku?”

“What do you mean by ‘just’ a Haiku?”

When poetry fails

to ignite up my senses

will a haiku do?

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Bob

Bob

Bob was hobnobbing;

offering Hob-Nobs

to other bobs;

he also liked bob-a-job week.

It’s 4:30 in the afternoon (well, it was).

It’s 4:30 in the afternoon (well, it was).

It’s 4:30 in the afternoon,

and, soon, it will be 4:31;

I only have less than a minute to write this…

but, sadly, it couldn’t be done.

It’s 4:32 in the afternoon…

“Gravity’s working!”

“Gravity’s working!”

“Gravity’s working!”

I tried it again, today –

still working;

and the Earth still feels round,

though how I can tell it is

is liable to confound

the literal mind.

I find that,

things do and don’t change

from day

to day,

although I have to say –

or write –

that it may not have always been this way.

Gravity’s working,

and my feet are firmly upon the ground,

whilst my mind is drifting away.

Timothy Winters – Charles Causley

Timothy Winters – Charles Causley

Timothy Winters comes to school

With eyes as wide as a football-pool,

Ears like bombs and teeth like splinters:

A blitz of a boy is Timothy Winters.

His belly is white, his neck is dark,

And his hair is an exclamation-mark.

His clothes are enough to scare a crow

And through his britches the blue winds blow.

When teacher talks he won’t hear a word

And he shoots down dead the arithmetic-bird,

He licks the pattern off his plate

And he’s not even heard of the Welfare State.

Timothy Winters has bloody feet

And he lives in a house on Suez Street,

He sleeps in a sack on the kithen floor

And they say there aren’t boys like him anymore.

Old Man Winters likes his beer

And his missus ran off with a bombardier,

Grandma sits in the grate with a gin

And Timothy’s dosed with an aspirin.

The welfare Worker lies awake

But the law’s as tricky as a ten-foot snake,

So Timothy Winters drinks his cup

And slowly goes on growing up.

At Morning Prayers the Master helves

for children less fortunate than ourselves,

And the loudest response in the room is when

Timothy Winters roars “Amen!”

So come one angel, come on ten

Timothy Winters says “Amen

Amen amen amen amen.”

Timothy Winters, Lord. Amen

Charles Causley

A Badriomaku and two Haiku

A Badriomaku and two Haiku

(With a syllable count of 2-3-5-1-5-4-5, the Hungarian Badriomaku is interesting in that it gives you a structure that doesn’t fit any preconceived ideas).

“Today,

It is said,

is a special day.”

“What?”

“Today is Wenn’s Day;

when all is free,

and debts are cancelled.”

“Badriomaku?

That’s not a poetry form –

You just made that up!”

“Oh, yes, so I did!

What kind of a fool am I

to do such a thing?”

WILLIAM BLAKE: TO SEE A WORLD

WILLIAM BLAKE: TO SEE A WORLD

To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour.

A Robin Redbreast in a Cage

Puts all Heaven in a Rage.

A dove house fill’d with doves and pigeons

Shudders Hell thro’ all its regions.

A Dog starv’d at his Master’s Gate

Predicts the ruin of the State.

A Horse misus’d upon the Road

Calls to Heaven for Human blood.

Each outcry of the hunted Hare

A fiber from the Brain does tear.

He who shall train the Horse to War

Shall never pass the Polar Bar.

The Beggar’s Dog and Widow’s Cat,

Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The Gnat that sings his Summer song

Poison gets from Slander’s tongue.

The poison of the Snake and Newt

Is the sweat of Envy’s Foot.

A truth that’s told with bad intent

Beats all the Lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;

Man was made for Joy and Woe;

And when this we rightly know

Thro’ the World we safely go.

Every Night and every Morn

Some to Misery are Born.

Every Morn and every Night

Some are Born to sweet delight.

Some are Born to sweet delight,

Some are Born to Endless Night.