Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion

feet heavy with mud
shiny bald moon draped with cloud
my teacher's laughter

All powerful star
satellite reflecting all
Earths connected call

Ignorance is bliss
The teacher teaches the fool
All that is nonsense

Empty chairs each way
I turn mean no one to teach
and nothing to learn.

Tyrants torched the books,
from whose smoke an impassioned
lust to learn awoke.

As priests were giving
thanks, a goddess walked in, and
she was wearing Spanx.

Oh, that one’s good, Ellis!

Whips chains handcuffs flame
all of these acceptable
In scrabbles board game

LoL! Excellent, everyone!


The dominatrix,
bored with her black stilettos,
played footsie with whips.

once bitten


His canines scored skin
softly along her neck and jaw
while she greased his palms.

i am getting scared of you folks... :P

How he howled when she
sank her teeth in the monster
that arose beneath.

Finding the zipper
of her dress, he soon grazed the
curly watercress.

She left his mounting
hunger sated, but her charms
were overrated.

LOL! RotFL! M, what a excellent turn at the end! Is this even a genre, erotica Haiku? LoL! Great start to my day. :-)

Thanks, Guy!

Confusion came forth as
she scanned the dark vast room
for her fishnet hose

sorry, my first :D

Very nice! You’ve already got the hang of it. And you’ve gotten things rolling again . . .

Thanks, M, it took every ounce of my courage to write it :)

A goblet broken,
its sherry spilled in the slant
of a stray moonbeam;

a quick word spoken,
the piano stilled, then a
blood-curdling scream.

Ice cream on forehead
vanilla and chocolate
gets rid of migraine

(oooops, silliness crept in)

Leslie wrote: "Confusion came forth as
she scanned the dark vast room
for her fishnet hose

sorry, my first :D"

Leslie, great first effort! And thanks for getting Haiku rolling again. (And no need to apologize here in WSS for creating some verbiage!)

M, lol!

Jim, silliness! You have joined us in silly-ville!? Oh frabjous day, callooh, callay. Very funny. RotFL!

Has silliness crept in? Grab the crosses and holy water.

Ice cream, crosses and
Holy water for the
Creeping silliness, just kidding

Just kidding about
the ice cream? Darn it, it seems
she must go elsewhere.

She wandered elsewhere,
as through a dream, looking for
Rocky Road ice cream.

Drowning in liquid
RR dreams; chocolate death.
In terror, I scream.

Terror-filled scream lost
in the night of desperation
for nuts and mallows

Silliness definitely creeps in
the moment you least
expect, in an extraordinary way

Hello Ryan! We were just talking about you behind your back, wondering how fatherhood was treating you and missing your posts!

Nice return!

Shouting desperately
Fingers burning from the flame
Imagine the pain

but can only watch
eyes tearing from loss, as the
Last marshmallow melts.

Hello Guy. Only saying good things I hope?! Fatherhood is a wonderful, time-consuming thing, thanks. I love it but would pay good money for a sleep-in! I've missed you pirates a lot though and am blown away by the great writing I've missed in my absence. I think I'm a bit out of practice, but thanks for the welcome...it's nice to be back aboard :)

O Captain! My Captain!

Love your new photo :)

Pain is nothing but fleeting
like the song in my head
consigned to oblivion

LoL! Nice, Leslie.


In oblivion
I found that what's obvious
is still hard to see.

lol, thanks Guy :)

Thoughts wander
making it hard to see when
the mind is somewhere else

Dishes, laundry and trash
are best ignored over
an enticing book

Hello, Leslie! I don't think we've met yet...I'm really enjoying your haiku. Very nicely written.

Guy, love it! ;)

Hi Ryan :) nice to meet you and thank you, I'm still learning though, in order not to be thrown out of the ship :D

Your words are my guide,
plotting a course across grey,
oblivious seas.

Leslie, only two things you could do would get you expunged from the ship: stepping on one of M's mice, and getting caught stealing Al's coffee covered espresso beans.


The singer's hi Cs
dallied with cooling zephyrs
and the ocean's breeze.

Thanks for the heads up, but how many mice do I have to watch out for? (aside from the one who blatantly offered a honeycomb. I refused it because it has a funny smell).

I've been searching for beans to munch. I would have taken it without knowing it's Al's. I suspect the honeycomb has something to do with the impairment of my sense of smell.

Dark clouds loom,
threatening a steady stream
of thoughts and imagination.

Lightning in my mind,
your hurricane whirls around
my lost, jumbled thoughts.

At the lost and found
store, I collected my thoughts.
No bag required.

My thoughts into words,
misconstrued due to ambiguity.
Not meant for mockery.

These are wonderful! I’m still laughing at Ryan’s #4166. At least the speaker in that haiku had a few thoughts to collect. That puts him ahead of me.

This doesn’t follow at all, and I apologize for that. I thought of it on the way home from the camper this afternoon.

The healthcare problem
has gotten worse, I see with
utmost clarity.

I advertised for
a jiggle-free nurse, but now
they’re a rarity.

Okay, here’s one that follows:


My thoughts were the last
notes the small orchestra played
before the ship sank.

Wonderful, M! I've missed your wit. Both great and your jiggle-free nurse has me in stitches :)

Thank you, Ryan!

M, both of those are brilliant!

Great Leslie, M, Ryan and Kat. A pleasure to read before I crash for the night.

I was writing this one to Kat's but kept getting interrupted. So, out of sequence! Ah well.

Imagination
can spark Scylla and chaos
and ideas too.

Thank you, Kat and Guy!


To be a Scylla
snack or be drowned? Alas, there
was no way between!

The Whirlpool made an
awful sound. His crew were lost
but their clothes were clean.

warm sand and sea foam
bulge into limbs and torsos
beached clothes breathe in, out

Funny, M :) Thanks Guy. You are all amazing, I am a fan :)

We're back to being
lost. Is there a
need to be navigated?

I can hear the Whirlpool.
The awful sound summons us
to the right direction.

*Can't move on with the Whirlpool