Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion

A beast roared, covered
with white fur. The abwoman-
able snow monster!

That haiku was so lame, even the snow monster was embarrassed by it.

RotFL!


The lame Haiku limped
to find femininity
in iniquity.

First attempt - please be kind (help accepted!)

So long a-slumber
Dreaming of rhymes, from her shroud
The butterfly burst

Very nice, Ryan!

Excellent first attempt! I loved how subtle was the link to the previous.

Okay, now let's see.

The chrysalises,
with eyes closed and rem twitching,
dozed by the dozens.

Thank you all. I know I have a long way to go-reading this thread I have been blown away by the talent, intelligence and wit clearly evident. I hope I'm on the right track...

Eyes moved rapidly,
yet sleep fled without warning.
A new day dawning.

Excellent! Very well done indeed, Ryan. Thanks Al.


With eyes on the prize
The surprised young butterflies
Slept with other guys.

Thanks Guy-I had a good mentor ;o)

YW and really, the WSS is the true mentor because, as you mentioned, it is very creative and witty, both of which take intelligence and the wisdom to be open to growth.

And your first Haiku efforts are top notch. I and, I am sure, the rest of the Haikuers are looking forward to your next efforts. (And when you reach the graveyard sequence and the Star Trek ones, we'll know because we'll be able to hear your laughter from across the Pacific and equator. They were so funny!)

Though moths are easy
and sometimes breezy, they know
only one madman.

LoL! That is very funny! RotFL!


Blinded by the light
the enlightened moths mistook
the full moon for truth.

Okay, now to get to my 'real' job! I have serious writing I am supposed to be doing! LoL!

Wow! That's brilliant, Guy. Good luck with your day's work and thanks for your help.

A solitary
note. The lone wolf's howling voice
worships the cold light.

Brilliant! Loved that, Ryan. (Still getting my fix in the WSS!) Okay, now to blog.

Thank you, Al. I think you're just being kind, but I appreciate it all the same. How is your writing going?

It is, indeed!

Your moths turned into monks, Guy! :)

A skunk stood among
the monkshood smelling sweetly,
not as a skunk would.

A skunk by any
other name would smell a rat.
Try roses instead.

Wonderful haiku Guy, M and Ryan! These have made my day!

The rose that froze is
one that grows (grew, I suppose)
where it never snows.

Harsh desert sun, dark
side of the moon. All alone
the red rose still blooms.

Walking in shadows,
she alone mourns summer’s last
rose petals and thorns.

Ryan wrote: "Your moths turned into monks, Guy! :)"

LoL! They did indeed. Without the context of the Haiku game, moths would be meaningless. Of course, being from the Haiku game, we can muse about how blind obeisance to religious ideology can turn monks into moths!


HC! These are EXCELLENT, Ryan and M! Truly delightful. My day has begun with a huge smile on my face! And now it is time to make breakfast and bake chocolate chip cookies.

Thank you, Guy!

Ryan, your haiku are excellent! You know how to bring images alive.

Thank you Ajay, M and Guy. While I think I am struggling to keep my head above water in such clever company, I am certainly having fun trying. I can't believe I've never had anything to do with Haiku before - it is such a beautiful form.

M, the way you weave words is truly amazing.

Fair Galadriel,
weeps in her bower, farewells
summer's last hour.

Been trying to write a haiku a day to help getting some rhythm and routine into my writing patterns... been posting them on my twitter page (@tamrogers) but think this one seems the most apt for me at the moment...

Blank screen awaits as
fingers hover, hesitant.
Now Type. Control-Z.

Like an argument
waged over crackling phone lines,
words came haltingly.

Few muted words,
a foliage of
bubbles yet to sprout.

Your words, unmuted,
are a challenge. Clio's song
in New Roman Times.

While that is just a big, fat lie...it is a sweet one, once again :) Thanks, Al - high praise coming from your clever little self.

Great to see your strong imagery transfers so nicely to Haiku, Ajay.

Sorry, Tam - I meant to comment earlier - but very nice to read.

Excellent, Ryan. You're really in your element when you're writing poetry, esp haiku! You're a natural at this form. And thank you, I'm a bit hesitant at this form. Still not confident.

Alex! I strongly disagree with your statement. Your haiku is expressive, spontaneous and beautiful. Well, it's been well documented in all the previous trails of this thread. So I needn't say more! Along with M and Guy, you've scripted some of the best episodes ever.

Oops! I just read my last comment to you, Al, and realized it is quite ambiguous! I didn't mean to infer you we're lying about Ajay's Haiku being wonderful! LOL

I only meant it was a lie to imply that your poems are trash. I've been reading this thread from the very start and have to agree with Ajay - in this form, as in everything else I've read by you, you have bucket-loads of talent and natural ability.

Poor Ajay!

Poor Ajay ;o)

Hahahaha :)


ambiguous Ryan and volatile
Alex are all play,
making Ajay a poor boy.

Excellent Haiku and delightful banter! Both expressive, natural and alive! LoL.
Tam, nice to see new blood. Keep up the Haiku, it stretches the poet in each of us.

Ambiguity
In Ajay's po' boy becomes
Haiku o' Ryan.

From ambiguous
beginnings, Guy deftly weaves
a gossamer thread.

HC, Ryan, you are hitting home runs! That is so funny and delightful at the same time. Very, very hard to follow. Okay, let's see.


The deft bi-polar
weaver found sewing Haiku
a riotous play.

"I love this creature."
said student to teacher. "My
world is now brighter."

My math tutor was
young, imprudent, and I her
adoring student.

Lovely haiku everybody, I could spend hours reading these!

Thank you, Tam!

They joked, at cocktails,
over hors d’oeuvres, how quickly
I was learning curves.

Hers, the leaves on the
mossy gable, the stone path,
the sagging stable.

Fabulous way to start my day, Ryan and M. Thank you. Now, off to work I go.

Wonderful haiku Guy, Ryan and M!


Her eyes twinkle,
a sparkling pond,
dancing gold fish.

Her lips wet,
a clasped bond,
alluring petals blush.