I used to be woke…
in the mornings, by my Mum;
until I left home.
I used to be woke…
in the mornings, by my Mum;
until I left home.
Faces like Thunder,
and Lightning in their voices;
Taran ha Lughes.
Recycle Poets:
pop them in recycling bins,
with the waste paper.
If you say ‘rabbit!’
when you are upon a boat-
dogs go overboard!
The Robin told me
that I had made an error,
‘Upside-down feeder!’
I looked at the bird feeder,
and saw that Robin was right.
It’s this one or that,
I think one must be happy,
or be serious.
.
One about Nature,
the other about laughter
in the first instance.
.
Clouds hover above,
as wise men reach the manger,
not a day too soon.
.
In life one must be,
or attempt an existence,
before the end comes.
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Tagged #nonsense, #poetry. #poem, #Senryu, #Sense, #Sensibility, #silly, Haiku
A Monday Haiku
Just what ev’rybody needs,
while the day does last.
.
Other things also
might be useful for living:
air, water, coffee.
.
If you are counting,
you might realise something
that others might not.
.
Haikus take less time
than writing fancy sonnets,
like Will Shakespeare did.
Someone said to me,
‘You’re so pusillanimous.’
so, I ran away.
‘When a Haiku cries’
When a Haiku cries
the world is a sadder place –
as all poets know.
My Haiku are mainly Senryu, and I don’t stick rigidly to the Japanese form, so perhaps they have become a variation on a theme.
A variation
upon the theme of poetry
sticking to the rules.
I was going to
write a haiku about Pro—