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Posted: February 17th, 2006, 9:38 pm
by iblieve
A P your words rock
cosmic musings devinely
penned by alien
You always light up my poetic skies
Posted: February 17th, 2006, 9:48 pm
by Doreen Peri
see me see you there.
stare at a world in turmoil.
focus on passion.
i am a pinpoint
on the map.
trap me in your vision
and i promise to create
a revision of your view
while remaining true
to you.
Posted: February 17th, 2006, 9:48 pm
by stilltrucking
Let it rip AP, SooZen and judih and cecil been teaching me by example for years. What I heard is once you know the rules you can break them. 17 sylables is from the Japenese language, English haiku is about 12
(I think but I know nothing --- I write haiku like inifinite monkeys write hamlet)and besides that this is what it says on the
about this jam link on page one.
Please feel free to use the haiku form of poetry during this Jam.
You are welcome to expand your verse into other forms as well.
Posted: February 17th, 2006, 9:54 pm
by e_dog
once you've read a lot
haiku comes intuitively
in syllabic pattern.
close to seventeen
or not -- poem rules are not like
the age of consent.
Posted: February 17th, 2006, 9:55 pm
by stilltrucking
blue northern
storming south
foggy night
Posted: February 17th, 2006, 9:57 pm
by Phritz
there are rainbows, maybe
they materialize, picture
postcard over verdant
maui jungles, full of gorgeous
nude celebrities, yeah
puffin' some pot after
like some blockbuster
ca-ching and who knows
cluster phuck at
ATASCADERO
but I've never seen any.
some guy was killed
a few doors down
boy and his ho did it
they're on the
proverbial lam
that's the sort of
sheet I deal with
anti-rainbows
over like barstow cemetaries
ya know
low rent Hannibal Lectors
trailer park demon-dykes
conjugured up from
a baptist nightmare
WONDER WORK and power
and maybe there are
beautiful
spooks man
str8-up NOUMENA
runnin' round
these barren locales
from Elko to
El Camino
ROYALE
Posted: February 17th, 2006, 9:59 pm
by stilltrucking
ah yes the trees
and you know old trees just grow stronger
and old rivers run wilder
I could not make it through the naked winter
with out the live oak trees
you forgot the fist fucking
Posted: February 17th, 2006, 10:04 pm
by iblieve
night falls heavy death
shadows talk with demon tongues
imminent breakdown
Posted: February 17th, 2006, 10:06 pm
by stilltrucking
February dead of winter
naked tree limbs
twist in the wind
Posted: February 17th, 2006, 10:11 pm
by Phritz
yass
winterdeath in the grey elms
bare ruined lyres where late the
sweet surds SCHWUNG
Action poets Anonymous
50 bad metaphors
prior to a deletion
an excretion
a crack of phire
SAPPHIRE cracker
holding down Ft.
Holy Good..whatever
happened man
to like 101
Highway, joey ramone
meets kerouac via
THE EXTERMINATORS
i mean holy goof
was like rex
wrecks, rex manga
until the
velvet fist came down
the voice of
GORGONIC
authoritay
made itself
known
and a cool thang
was no more
Posted: February 17th, 2006, 10:14 pm
by stilltrucking
hip as the drip
dew point 33 degrees
the trees weep
Posted: February 17th, 2006, 10:14 pm
by knip
a flute in trees
hollow betoots
sweeps away
spare the roots
please
Posted: February 17th, 2006, 10:20 pm
by Doreen Peri
shall we all gather round
the fire to welcome back
pere - soso
phritz da cat, wrack our
brains with what is dat?
culminate in a ratatatat
doin' da haiku jive
in an excelled cyberdrive
or shall we simply do
another haiku... donno
about you but i've gotta
rhyme or two which don't
quite fit this
PHormat.
lol
Posted: February 17th, 2006, 10:20 pm
by Phritz
a nip in the hair
nipple bear
SQUID nipple
how da phuck aren't ya
invaded any island nations
joined the CIA
...dance schwester dance
Posted: February 17th, 2006, 10:21 pm
by stilltrucking
just waiting for a friend
early morning riser
and it is getting late
in the morning or later on
I hope to see her here
meanwhile
spare the roots
please