Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion

M, not as bad as my previous effort! Hmmm. Are we in a race now for the hunting of the snark? LoL.

Welcome back Ryan.

It was that Shakespeare's
iambic pentameters
ended beauty's hunt.

No more were words just
enough to account for numbers
in the books of kings,

or their laws in books
bound by the blood of Kingship
and religions' truths.

Guy wrote: "You're welcome Al. I went back to Blunt's haiku thread, and wound up re-reading the entire thread from there to back here. Did you know that there is some
ABSOLUTELY AMAZING
haiku in this threa..."

Blunt's?

Why end the hunt for
beauty? And why would the words
not work?" asked the birds.

Bloody kings, yes the
flying creatures knew about
them and their beliefs.

War and famine they
sought all their lives. Conquering
all forbidden bays.

Stephanie wrote: "Guy wrote: "You're welcome Al. I went back to Blunt's haiku thread, and wound up re-reading the entire thread from there to back here. Did you know that there is some
ABSOLUTELY AMAZING
haiku i..."

Emily Blunt - a few members of the male persuasion were waxing with blunt eloquence about her.

Oh, okay.

This is a better image:

http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=h...

Beauty they sought, but
in vain! For the spell of words
was long forgotten;

sealed forever, the
sacred well; the palace dark,
it roof beams rotten.

Thanks, Guy! It is nice to be back. Crazy few weeks. I've got to say, it is absolutely fantastic to sit down and read all the brilliant haiku writing I've missed. There is some incredible writing going on here. Combining haiku and iambic pentameter...who'd have thought?!

I have been blown away by the subtle, witty and oh-so-cleverness of the thread in the short time I've been gone. I have nothing but praise for you and M and each of the contributors on some exceptional writing but I have to make a special mention to Stephanie-wow, your haiku have just blossomed into perfection!

I think I was suffering from some kind of strange haiku-withdrawal...glad to be back.

Aw, thank you, Ryan!

Love your last two haikus, M! They're just so lovely to read!

Rotten roof beams bring
broken persons and lost dreams.
The well will be cleansed.

Then it will bring life
and light to every late night.
Melodies of fifes.

Ryan and Stephanie, I feel so spoiled! Thank you! Praise from excellent writers can be a dangerous thing.

Beautiful haiku, Stephanie!

:) Thanks!

M wrote: "This is a better image:

http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=h......"

Yup! :-)

Haiku withdrawal
can make an unexpected
Robbie Burns in Fife.


Thank you Ryan. I hope the craziness has settled into quiet madness and we'll see your verse once again.

Now I lay me down
to sleep, and in my dreams drown.
Dreams of no haiku.

But no luck it seems
Will ever improve my dreams -
If your haiku's poo.

Now I need some sleep
Up the ante, don't be cheap!
Write better haiku!


(Should a single one of you take anything I write seriously, then you need your head(s) examined. And I'm just the one to do it!) I LOVE YOU GUYS! You make many of my days, and some of my nights. . .

Haha. That's really funny, Paula XD

I love your wit, Paula! Terrific :)

'twas in the last verse,
a smell to rue. As I feared,
my haiku was poo...

Paula, very very funny! RotFL! A great piece of writing before I hit the kip.

How to respond to that and Ryan?


All I can do do,
when writing Haiku-ku
is cry, oh pooh-pooh.

Over the plains charged
the lusty warlords, down through
the twilit broom sage,

the reins in their teeth,
in their hands runed swords, rogues of
a wild, bloody age.

Under the moon, they
burned a thatched town; the bravest
warriors they slew,

till feared Olaf paused
and flung his sword down. “Wait! I’ve
thought up a haiku!”

Lol, wonderful haiku, M! I love how you ended it.

Thank you, Stephanie!

M! So excellent, and in line with the spirit of the Samurai, who was expected to be a poet in words and death. Delightful!

Thank you, Guy, and for not being annoyed that I got off topic! I started with good intentions but wound up going astray.

I thought you brought it back home nicely with the last stanza there. And you got it off the subject of poo.

No problem M. And as a bear has been known to say ' Oh Pooh!'


To Winnie the Pooh
to be was more then stoic,
it was just his name.

The spirit of Tao
was found in life's honeys
and potty training.

Thank you, Alex! What a wonderful comment.

droppings on cold tiles
left overnight in silence
still gecko eyes me

Seeing him, I freeze
and think, “I forgot to pay
my car insurance!”

Swearing softly, I
quickly look up and smile,
nervously waiting.

I am the writer
who swears that eating curses
helps create verses.

Thus I do spite her,
my muse who calls for Circe's
word-bound black hearses.

Wow, Guy. I love it! Wonderful!

Jim, Stephanie, and Guy, these are excellent! It’s an understatement to say that they’ll be a challenge to follow.

Thank you Stephanie and M, but truly that was doggerel of the worst sort. But, I hope, a little amusing.

Now to work I return.

Thanks, M.

Black words spill out of
my dark mouth. Eyes cast above,
scarcely can I see.

The things I’ve seen, dark
things I’ve said, are better left
unwritten, unread.

But what of unsaid?
The couch is where I am bound
tied down by sweet words

spoken with sour hope
that moaning meaninglessness
will bring me purpose.

what pushes the egg
from dark flesh, what cracks the shell,
full of purpose, light

What light from yonder
jeweled egg breaks on reefs that
crawl with coral snakes?

Awesome line of haikus guys. I really love #3629 though.

Green and blue they are,
slithering across the sea's
dark, sandy bottom.

Red tongues flickering
tasting and searching for the
unsaid and unread.

M wrote: "What light from yonder
jeweled egg breaks on reefs that
crawl with coral snakes?"

RotFL! M, so funny!

Thanks Stephanie. Yours is great fun! How long before snakes turn into mermaids again, I wonder? LoL.

Haha, good question. At least like the sea.

They grow like seaweed
green and slimy, my haiku
lines dull and rhymey,

around a ghostly,
barnacled wreck, a sunken,
rotting pile of dreck.

LoL! M, your comic skin is silky smooth!

Thank you, Guy!

This doesn't even come close to the great writing it follows...

Frayed banners aloft,
a fearsome sight. Haiku lines
advance in the night.

These are great!

Hahaha, great job, guys! I especially love #3642.

Lofty singing high
and low but awfully clear.
Behold my blue eyes!

They see the yodels
from a far away noble.
Singing sweet goodbyes.

He sung loud yodels
in a tough, mean bar, but praise
came to him; a chair

by a drunk lard. Joe
thought he set the stage for whim
but the swelled back

really got to him.

George rang up the night’s
totals and thought, “There’s no word
that rhymes with yodels.”