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[Caitlan]

Welcome :)

[Hanzleberry]

Alex, I love you for that last stanza. :D
Lol, those ARE my career plans. ;)

[Guy]

Hello WSS Haiku-ers! What, I take a break - i.e. got busy elsewhere, and the haiku chain trickled out? Hmmmm.

I found it très amusant that all of sudden popcorn thread showed up here. Well done.

Given the date of the last post, I'll wish everyone a very belated happy new year.

Now what to write? Nothing so grand, but let's see...


The seam seamed so straight
on the librarian's hose
that she must be bent.

As if twere innate
she became his every dream
in her stacks and books.

He from the chair rose
then turned to admire her seam,
get lost in her nooks.

Now back to my 'real' work!

[M]

Alex, I hope you feel better!

Guy, what an entertaining series of haiku to start off the morning with. Well written and fun to read! Here’s a response I scribbled while ironing:

His brain flashing with
bright Yes, ma’am!s, his eyes followed
her jaw-dropping gams.

How he craved further
education at her desk
in Circulation!

What of the likely
tuition? Should he kibosh
the thrill-packed mission?

If he approached her
on his knees, perhaps she’d waive
all the student fees.

Resigned to a thrill-
less life, he turned, slouched out, and
went home to his wife.

[Guy]

M, RotFL! That is so funny! What a great way for me to start my work day. Yes, I'm supposed to be working now.

But no sooner had I got up from the floor, I'm back on it. Al, that is fabulously funny!

Hope you're well, and have fun in class.

[M]

Thanks, Guy!

Alex, I didn’t expect that ending: “Your books are now due.” That’s great!

[Guy]

My iMac is sick.
It's off to the shop, benched
until late this week.

Sigh. I'm taking my Mac in to be repaired tomorrow. It'll be there for at least two days, and possibly longer. I'll try to keep up with the iPad.

[M]

Monthly cleanups had
rolled around, and Alex un-
locked the office door,

that made a sad, please-
oil-me sound. Comments littered
the faded-tiled floor.

She swept up the trash,
then, on a whim, checked to see
what mail had come in.

Something rustled. She
jumped. It was M: “Let me out
of the garbage bin!”

[Guy]

LoL!

[Caitlan]

LOL That's hilarious XD

[Caitlan]

Ditto

[M]

I just got in from mowing. I’ll write a reply in haiku form later.

[M]

Of all the problems
besetting me, the one that
bedevils me most

is that people are
always getting me mixed up
with the things I post.

I don’t blame people
at all for thinking I am
the things that I say;

nor do I blame them
for not the least shrinking from
throwing me away.

Say I’m a repro-
bate. Say I’m a gnome. Say I’m
not much of a man

because I’ve learned to
feel so at home in an ed-
itor’s garbage can.

[M]

Caramel macchiatos have a way of being delicious.

What I posted was supposed to be funny, not depressing. Now you know why it ends up in the garbage can.

[M]

One of the best professors I had went to Bowling Green. He taught bibliography.

[M]

I hope you have a great night! I’ve been up since 4:30 this morning and I’m wiped out. I had planned to rewrite an old story for the contest but all kinds of things have gotten in the way.

We just had a terrific storm. A cold front is coming through. It’s supposed to get down into the fifties.

[Guy]

M that was v funny & not at all depressing. Mac still mia so haven't been writing. I'm finding it a challenge to think/write without a proper keyboard.

I've not had a caramel mochiata -- way too sweet sounding to me.

[Guy]

Now for a truly depressing collection of words.


For me to be seen
As anything but trashy
Is delusional.

To reach the bin's rim
From the bottom of the pile
Was my empty sin.

To be down and out,
Beneath the radar of all,
Brought to my life peace.

[M]

Philosophy with
morning coffee--what an un-
expected delight!

What better to brush
the sleep off me after a
thunderstorm-filled night.

[Guy]

The god's like to jest,
And we like children tremble
Beneath their laughter.

Of course from their perch
The god's do not comprehend
Temporality.

[M]

My daimonion
has a sense of humor as
wry as she is fell.

Whether she plans to
drop a piano on me
today I can’t tell.

[M]

Not the coffee pot!

The weather here is terrible, but we’re headed for the camper. I’ll try to write some more later. I hope you’re having a fun weekend, with many mochas!

[Guy]

It was stainless steel
The pot full of hot coffee
That bounced from his head.

[M]

Alex, I would be honored!

I’m sorry to take so long to reply. We’re at one of our monthly travel club rallies and I haven’t had a chance to get out the computer until now.

[Guy]

"... should ask...'? Yikes, you are the master of the mixed compliment with that line. (Yes, I am feeling a bit cheeky!)

ButI absolutely do not mind. Feel free to use and abuse them willy and nilly. When you do I'll see them on my blog, since I'm following yours.

I've been wondering where Jessica's gone. I enjoyed reading her poetry. Have any of you heard from her recently?

[M]

Alex, I’m still laughing! Where was I? I was going to post something, but now I’ve forgotten what it was.

[Guy]

No, but it does make it funnier. :-D

Your haiku makes sense if you read between the lines. Although rustic clunk and stainless steel seem a bit of a clash. LoL! That's the great thing about writing with pencil or on a pc - ease of editing.

Still smiling!

[M]

Here lies Dalton Drott,
beaned by his mad wife with a
rustic coffeepot.

[M]

I hope you have a great Sunday night! I’d better finish laundry, then it’s early to bed for M.

[Violent Vi]

Bears By Vivi K.

Bears are not our friends.
They shall hurt you very bad.
Stay away from bears.

[Hanzleberry]

Gee, poor Pooh Bear....

[Violent Vi]

wow cheeze captain i LUV ur haiku!

[Hanzleberry]

This morbid haiku.... by.... the CHEEZE CAPTAIN.

[Violent Vi]

have u rote a haiku yet hanz? if u have i just HAVE to read it!

[Hanzleberry]

I have not written one. I don't write haikus. They would be horribly... well... bad.

[Hanzleberry]

But, thank you.

[Violent Vi]

hanz its supa easy u just make the first line 5 syllables, the second line 7 syllables, and the third line 5 syllables.
Plz just try!

[Hanzleberry]

Maybe I will someday. I'm afraid I'd suffer in comparison to say, Al's.

[Violent Vi]

wat about u, al! ur freaking awesome!

[Violent Vi]

aye aye cheeze captain!

I fly thru the air,
I whisper to the moonlight,
and close in on...you.

[Violent Vi]

As blood fills the air,
I whisper softly to you
"This isn't goodbye."

[Violent Vi]

As your soul drifted
away, tears flooded my eyes.
"I'm so sorry love."

[Violent Vi]

Bitter tears fall down
my cheeks, I walk away from
you. "Please forgive my shame."

G2G Al c ya 2morrow!
Peace!

[Violent Vi]

As I take flight from
your grave, I die a little
along with your soul

[Violent Vi]

I took off running,
A lump in my throat forming
I gasp for my breath

[Violent Vi]

Gtg

[Allison]

PushingReality34 wrote: "Fate wont be beaten
and darkness cant be erased
is this just a dream?"

the dream's weight loses its grip
wakes to singing birds
even when morning shrouded

[M]

To breathe or not to.
It’s no longer the question.
Pass the coal shovel.

[Violent Vi]

My radiant eyes
dull, bags beneath their sockets.
I lick away blood

[Allison]

PushingReality34 wrote: "Still it comes again
taunting me, smothering me
til i breathe no more"

gasping waking in terror
like an alarm clock ringing

(a little renga for you...)