Welcome everyone to the second annual Haiku/Senryuu eFestival!
Last year’s Haiku Festival was a lot of fun. This year, I’ve decided to do it in autumn. Because I forgot to do it in the spring. After this year’s Limerick Festival, I think I’ll put a Rated-R ceiling on the entries. As always, NC-17 haiku may be sent to my email (snicker, snicker) but please post the rest of your entries and comments in the comments section.
Haiku and senryuu, of course have the same three-line formal structure: five syllables in the first line, seven syllables in the second, and five syllables in the last line. I like to have one line (doesn’t matter which one) that has an imperfection of plus-or-minus one syllable, just because imperfection is tragic, and tragic is beautiful. So I’d live to see your 5-8-5s, your 5-7-4s, your 6-7-5s…. whatever, as long as it’s only one imperfection. Perfect 5-7-5s will be accepted as well, but they are a little obvious, don’t you think?
Of course, free form haiku are welcome as well; heavy on the imagery, as stingy as possible when it comes to the syllable count.
As you know, the haiku form is related to seasons and nature. Senryuu, while sharing the same formal properties of haiku, are supposed to be funny. They can be witty political satire, golf-clappy high brow social commentary, or a juicy fart joke.
Contributors (you) who wish to be considered for the coveted eCherry Blossom awards must submit thieir entries by midnight (zulu) Sunday, November 18th.
Post your haiku and senryuu in the comments section of this post, and tell all your friends. Don’t forget to title your poems!
Here’s one from last year to start us off, by Spiritrover, called “Pinky Spring:”
“Skip and go naked,”
says a Portland sunny day;
“Stop that,” says my wife.
Ok folks! Start counting syllables!
ah, tense lasagna,
stratified anxiety –
knife me and hear the crack.
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Filipino man
Writing Haiku in China:
They all look alike
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Give me a donut
Or teach me to make donuts
Either way I eat.
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Halloween candy
Five and a half pounds of it
Damn, I have no self-control
Kit-Kat, Reese’s, Twix
Oh, you foxy treats tempt me
Like chocolate sluts
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Well I’m letting my daughter do this one because she spits them out at me all the time (she pronounces ‘families’ as ‘famlies’ I think that’s my Texan fault, maybe not – her Michigander dad says it that way too…):
Flowers so beautiful
Famlies going on picnics
Beautiful Springtime
I guess this works since you forgot to do it in springtime!
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My black physics book
Sits unopened on my desk
As I write new lines.
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My future children
Will be sickly, thanks to Bush
Guess I’ll get my tubes tied
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To haiku is fun
syllables: five seven five
always a challenge
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I need a new job
Social work doesn’t pay much
I can always knit.
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Red Mountain Pass
Wapiti retreats
Grey fox fords La Plata
Deep winter soon come
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I don’t know how to
fix what I have broken
you have drifted away
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Blood vessel in eye
Bursting: Angry red orb. Damn!
Halloween’s over.
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A Motto
“Be always drunken.”
That, dear friends, is the motto
Of the recent Grad!
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Giuliani
A tyrant wrapped in
An ego inside a delusion;
“Vote for me or die.”
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Time to make dinner.
I think I’ll make some meatballs.
How long do those cook?
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One boring day at work, my friends and I did some haiku about food …
Yummy Jellybean
Sugar coated Paradise
My heavenly treat
I love chocolate
It makes me oh so happy
I eat it all day
Bourbon and ginger
I like peanut butter pie
Cheeseburger French fries
Ice cream is so good
It gives me a sugar rush
I eat it cold. Brrr!
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The idea is that Japanese syllables are shorter than English syllables, so the 5-7-5 structure totaling in 17 syllables really should be about 9-11 syllables in English. These first two, senryu, have the 17 syllables, but others vary.
In the highness of
my el-camino, there is
no word for loser
Today I will write
a poem about waiting
until tomorrow
Rocky Balboa
fights yet again:
This time, it’s for real.
_______________
Sunrise:
A sliver of light
turning the corner
Summer rain:
Starlings gathering
in the road.
Above my head
a bird in a tree
waits for night.
watching the rain
as it misses a single
blade of grass.
Early Spring snow:
Mule deer in the orchard
still eating grass.
I would rather
listen to this wind all night
than go to sleep.
The full moon slips
beneath the horizon:
time to sow the fields
a bird lands
on a small branch
learning to balance
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Black Cat Bone
Coldwater chords boom
Stratocaster thunder bolt
Brimming blues power
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Please Baby Please
Think what we been through
Why you do me like you do?
And break the heart that’s true
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News from my little corner of the kitchen…
Stumbling sideways
Cast away and dizzy
Morphine does that.
Surgery by robots?
I recommend the doctor
Who looks so excited.
Recovery is slow.
The doctor suggests glibly:
Take a week off work.
“Size of baby’s head!”
He says in broken English.
Enough about that.
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The hot dog’s thud off a hallway’s walls
Why does he not laugh?
The anger builds inside him
It’s funnier now
___________
Last Friday Night
“Lick you up and down”
Hot dykes go crazy at Bush
Karaoke King
____________
Winnie, not Porky
The wind grows colder
Only a sweater and scarf
Get some pants, man.
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