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[M]

Sheer laziness and lack of discipline are keeping me from writing anything good. I wish I could blame it on insomnia or my wife!

[Guy]

All quite excellent, M. And I might even remember at least one of them. But which one?


I read a line once
that hadn't been written yet.
It lives forever.

[M]

Thank you, Guy! (I think.)

I can’t say just why, but I have a feeling Alex is going to give some man a very difficult time.

[Caitlan]

ahahaha XD wow Hanzle must be very very complex XD


I must decipher
This message, or a thousand
Troops die in combat

[Hanzleberry]

lOL! I'm all complexity! ;D

[M]

The code unsolved, she
fell asleep. Her thousand troops
met the Grim Reaper.

[Caitlan]

*



The Grim Reaper laughed
These thousand people would make
For a nice break-fast

[M]

“What a swell breakfast,
a thousand soldiers, gulped with
my cup of Folger’s!”

[Caitlan]

M, thats awesome

[M]

Thanks, Kat!

[Caitlan]

*welcome....i can't come up with anything after that lol....uh this is gonna suck



The cup of Folger's
Was nice and sweet, and better
Tasting with soldiers

XD

[Guy]

Toothpicks are gratis
when one is lucky enough
to be eating soldiers.

[M]

“With all the killing
and mayhem, I’ve hardly time
to burp,” chuckled Grim.

[Caitlan]

"Actually, with all
The killing, I'm getting a
Little bit tired."

[M]

Old Grim never sleeps,
though tired. All that coffee
just leaves him wired.

[Guy]

Grim is with each birth
inspired. He walks the cold night
hot, bloodless and fired.

[M]

Eyeless, he sharpens
his scythe for the old, toothless,
beautiful, or lithe.

[Guy]

I just got some nice news! Three Haiku that this game helped me to create have been accepted for publication next month in the on-line Haiku poetry web page Small Stones. Nice smile! And thanks WSS haiku-ers for the inspiration.


With his eyeless eyes
Grim remains blithe to the who,
regardless how wise.

[M]

Congratulations, Guy!

[Guy]

Thanks M.

[Jessica]

Yay! Congrats.

[Guy]

Thanks, Jessica.
Fiona @ Small Stones is looking for new Haiku. See her site, a handful of stones for more details — and some nice, and unconventional, Haiku.

I know that all here write well enough to also get published.

[Caitlan]

Congrats Guy!


But how does the Grim
Who doesn't have any eyes
Re-sharpen his scythe?

[M]

By instinct. When he
does forget, it’s sharpened in
hell by King Gillette.

[Guy]

M lmao! Too too funny.


Grim rarely fusses
with the edge of right. To all,
she cuts truth's insight.

[Guy]

Oops! Thanks, Kat!

[Caitlan]

yw lol



Grim also cuts down
The will to live; truth and life
Will die hand in hand

[M]

Apathy was my
affliction till I got a
gambling addiction.

[Caitlan]

Hey, guys, do you mind if I compile our poems about Grim? I'll give credit to everyone who contributed a haiku.

[M]

It’s fine with me.

[Caitlan]

I might have to change I's to she's

[Guy]

Fine with me, too, Kat. I have enjoyed what that path has reaped - in Haiku, so to speak!

[Caitlan]

XD

Al? You're the last one :)

[Guy]

I was addicted,
well caught, no more than three times
to she I knew not.

[M]

Ah, what fingers to
be caught with, who malingers
in such dreams fraught with!

[Guy]

There were her nails, too,
painted and hot, a frisson
of my clotted blood.

[M]

Nice one, Guy!

[Guy]

Thanks M! That one was a surprisingly difficult birth.

But I admire how high you have set the bar! I am still busy fitting in time to write the interweaved rhymers while trying to keep up.

I hadn't a clue
of what a Haiku could do.
Now, what about you?

[M]

We had no worries,
but listened to tales after
Gramps turned down the lights:

outlandish stories
of pirates’ sails, armored knights,
and Martha’s red nails.

[Guy]

Hey, that's okay Al. We've all been there and done that. And all the best to you and the others stuck in the middle of the beginning of the end of terms.



I long to belong
to her hand, her long fingers'
grace to understand.

Time in them lingers
a quiet space, held along
her high cheekbone's grace.

With her arm in hand,
fingers still, I touch her face
my breath slows to nil.

[Caitlan]

Here is the compiled version :)

http://theoriginalartkat.deviantart.c...

[Guy]

Kat, these have come out in a surprising coherent and interesting poem. Thanks for compiling them!

.guy

[M]

Kat, you’ve made a wonderful collage of these random verses! How in the world did you come up with the idea for it?

Her breath slows to nil.
I search her purse for a ni-
troglycerine pill.

[Caitlan]

Thanks Guy and M :) I just...actually, I don't know where the idea came from XD lol

[Guy]

Al, yes, I think we are pretty good at this Haiku writing thing. Hope you're catching up on the z-z-z-s. And yes, nitroglycerine is related to dynamite. My grandfather took it to help his angina.

I fumble the pill,
tiny nitroglycerine,
for her heart restart.

[M]

Warner Bros.?

[Caitlan]

Writers Block?

[M]

I bought some water
at a near Wal-Mart. She gasped,
“Don’t be still, my heart!”

[M]

She writhed and kicked him
in the head, and it might not
have been quite so bad

but for the abscessed
tooth he had and a lip that
grew swollen and bled.

[Guy]

Egads, you guys! These are making Grim look down right soft.