Morning Haiku and Waka – Senryu/Kyoka – January 9, 2016

Freezing Thoughts

white winter rose
her frozen heart melting
withers
once warmed by the careless sun
who never understood her

winter rose
walking down the streets
under red lanterns

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a frozen tap
improvised water-falls
in my basement

Taps looming
it’s that drunken old soldier
humming and weaving

§§§

just after dawn
laughing ducks slide on the pond
ice breaking event

© G.s.k. ‘16

TJ’s Household Haiku – Tap
 Carpe Diem #893 Fuyusoubi (winter rose)
 Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – B&P Shadorma and Beyond

 

Haiku Horizons – haiku and waka – January 8, 2016

look as I might
I still can’t find it …
– a poet’s soul

that important find
exaltation for a day
then – a new hunt starts

destiny found
inside fortune cookies
– writing pidgin verse

lost and found offices
full of abandoned objects
their owners misplaced
they’re often never sought
people lack faith in mankind

stopped smoking
new harmony found
without nicotine

© G.s.k. ‘16

Goody good blah blah blahs – Kyoka/Senryu/Shadorma – January 8, 2016

calendar poets
penning New Year platitudes
gotta eat – I know
but, is that a good reason
to waste all of those trees?

calendar pulchritude
with tepid affirmations
each season painted
in arrhythmic platitudes
[sad punitive devices]

but first …

swallow your pill
then write aquamarine lies
in cursive caps

oh my lands …
do they never tire
of cute dogs
and kittens
don’t forget yoga – om y’all!
fuzzy warm deceits

© G.s.k. ‘16

1.Punitive 2. Tepid 3. Calendar 4. Season 5. Sad 6. Arrhythmic (any disturbance in the rhythm of the heartbeat.7. Cursive 8. Tomorrow 9. Swallow 10. Aquamarine 11. Affirmation 12. Pulchritude (physical beauty; comeliness.)

Morning Haiku and Waka – ground – December 1, 2015

carpet of leaves

Haiku

leaves on the ground
a dusty carpet of dreams
fallen

Senryu

kitten sneezes
sniffing the ground pepper mill
curiosity

Kyoka

first snow flakes
melting on the warm ground
winter yet to come
kept at bay by the sunshine
El Niño whispers – Holé

© G.s.k. ‘15

The Old Grey Mayor – A Chained Kyoka – November 29, 2015

in his golden age
[as in frail senior years]
the city’s mayor
took steps to close down
the city’s discotheque

long forgotten
his lively fiery youth
his lustful ways
his quest for adventures
in envy – he betrayed youth

protests rang
among the citizens
petitions signed
marches marched and voices raised
but it was to no avail

the city split
between the young and old
[enter civil strife]
no solution to the crisis
seemed in the offing

then, the mayor’s wife
who never spoke – did that day
in favour of youth
and said it was just envy
that drove the senior mayor

unhealthy
and beyond all reason
the decision made
creating disharmony
among the population

a committee formed
to find a just solution
the mayor huffed
but collaborated
or he’d have lost his votes

the solution found
in the town hall that day
the order withdrawn
now there is a senior’s night
Fridays – at the old dance hall

© G.s.k. ‘15

 

Sunday’s Whirligig

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Mayor Harold Washington” by Gwendolyn Brooks: mayor, beyond, steps, close, never, forgotten, begin, health, age, enter, senior, adventure

Prolix Verbiage – Modified Kyoka – October 1, 2015

Tanka tweet

prolix verbiage
blah blah blahs in emptiness
flowered rhetoric
the talking heads talk and talk
as the nation sleeps – bored

watch TV debates
eating stale crisps and nachos
explosive boredom
blah blah blahs in emptiness
as the nation sleeps – bored

10 o’clock news
same news with new hype and spin
breathless comments
blah blah blahs in emptiness
as the nation sleeps – bored

social networks thrive
half-baked intellectuals
tweeting and buzzing
blah blah blahs in emptiness
as the nation sleeps – bored

prolix verbiage
words thrown across the waves
passing the time
blah blah blahs in emptiness
as the nation sleeps – bored

© G.s.k. ‘15

[I’m really tempted to call these haiga with tanka … tanga.]

This poem was inspired by a comment by Jules from Jules Longer Strands of Gems

Humour in Waka – August 8, 2015

shoes

abandoned
two lost soles waiting
on the door step.

§

teeter-tottering
midnight laughter in the park
the revellers
like wayward children playing
under moonshine fumes

§

waddling ducks
he pursues his lady-love
quaking with laughter

§

weaving in the night
those drunken tourists roamed
but made no cloth

© G.s.k. ‘15

This post was written for:

On The Trail With Basho Encore #11 drinking friends (humor)

and here is a delightful haiku by Basho:

sake nomi ni    katara n kakaru    taki no hana

drinking friends
to talk I’ll hang over like this
a waterfall of flowers

© Basho

and our host:

on the way home
drunken sailors bend over
to vomit

it’s a strange sight
like a waterfall they fall
drunken sailors

Ah! that sight
a waterfall of flowers
when vomiting

© Chèvrefeuille