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Saturday Haiku/Tanka/Senryu Combo.

I have to write them,

Haikus, that is, and yet, no,

I shall not do that!

But, who has power,

who can honestly say, no,

when a Haiku calls?

I know I cannot,

I have to write the three lines,

because, I have to.

Not that I am weak,

but, every week day is

a Haiku day, no?

Go on, try it out;

seventeen syllables, then…

create your Haiku –

or add a couple of lines

and it becomes a Tanka.

Or make it funny,

and, by definition, you,

have a Senryu.

The Village idiom – A Tanka

‘Who are you?’ you ask;

‘I am the Village Idiom’,

I reply, smiling,

‘And I am over the moon

about the whole debacle.’

“Cosy Tanka, anyone?”

“Keep away from me!
I am trying to stay free
of the cruel virus.”
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“But, we just want to join you,
become a cosy Tanka.”

My Life Haiku

To write on my life,

in seventeen syllables,

just cannot be done.

A haiku series,

maybe that is the answer –

I’ll try it and see.

No, that didn’t work,

it soon became quite boring,

in fact, tedious.

So, I’ll stick to one,

keep it simple, as they say –

whoever ‘they’ are.

My life? Ongoing,

doing this and some of that,

breathing in and out;

taking each day in its turn,

writing Haikus and Tankus.

A Haiku For Now

A Haiku For Now

Not for yesterday;

and it’s not for tomorrow;

it is just for now.

That is not to say

you can’t read it tomorrow;

because, yes, you can.

But not yesterday,

that would just be quite something

out of the normal.

So, this here haiku –

well, this series of haiku –

are of the moment;

and just don’t you forget it –

Tankas available, too.

Boxing Day 2018 #8 (07:00)

Boxing Day 2018 #8 (07:00)

Seven hours have gone

the sky has lightened to blue,

if grey can be blue;

which is just my saying ‘clouds’

and lots of them – ‘cest la vie!’

Hidden Tanka?

Hidden Tanka?

In this paragraph there is a hidden Tanka; please do not poke it; if you do… you’ll regret it; it could change to a Tiger

I am a Poetry Type.

I am a Poetry Type.

Haiku for Nature;

a Tanka for love poems;

Senryu, funny.

Limericks, also funny;

Sonnets are for love poems;

Pantoums and Villanelles weird.

Recycle Poets! (Revisited – now in Haiku or Tanka version).

“Recycle Poets!”

Haiku Version

Recycle poets!

They’re biodegradable –

bury one and see.

Or

Tanka Version

“Recycle poets!

They’re biodegradable –

bury one and see.

And if that doesn’t stop them

Then probably nothing will!”

My Vegan Tanka

My Vegan Tanka

My Vegan Tanka,

is like my Vegan Haiku,

but slightly longer;

though the two lines that I add

actually add nothing.