If a poem’s essential truth can be rendered as a haiku, it should be.
Examples:
1. The Waste Land, by T. S. Eliot:
April, etc.
Hurry up please it’s time. Blah,
blah, blah, blah…shantih.
2. The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock, also by Eliot:
God, I’m getting old!
It’s so hard to get laid! Plus,
my fashion sense sucks.
3. The Charge of the Light Brigade, Tennyson:
Into the valley, six
hundred rode, cannons, thunder,
blunder — so what’s new?
Yes, it works for slam too!
4. Superheroes, by a bunch of guys from Dallas:
Look! Up in the sky!
Stereotypes! Gay,
black, redneck, baybee!
5. Mission Statement, by Tony Brown:
Our mission is to
string words together until
it sounds like thunder!
6. Like Lily Like Wilson, Taylor Mali:
One mind at a time
gets changed, over and over
and over again.
Now YOU try it!!!! I’ll be in class today all day, so I’ll expect to see your assignments tonight.
Dark Matter 
April 27th, 2005 at 1:29 pm
don’t do that….
but if you print the number 5 haiku as a bumper sticker, I might just buy it from you!!
(haikus make great bumper stickers…. maybe we should start a trend!)
April 27th, 2005 at 1:29 pm
don’t do that….
but if you print the number 5 haiku as a bumper sticker, I might just buy it from you!!
(haikus make great bumper stickers…. maybe we should start a trend!)
April 27th, 2005 at 1:29 pm
don’t do that….
but if you print the number 5 haiku as a bumper sticker, I might just buy it from you!!
(haikus make great bumper stickers…. maybe we should start a trend!)
April 27th, 2005 at 1:29 pm
don’t do that….
but if you print the number 5 haiku as a bumper sticker, I might just buy it from you!!
(haikus make great bumper stickers…. maybe we should start a trend!)
April 27th, 2005 at 1:29 pm
don’t do that….
but if you print the number 5 haiku as a bumper sticker, I might just buy it from you!!
(haikus make great bumper stickers…. maybe we should start a trend!)
April 27th, 2005 at 9:05 am
1. Howl
Poets are crazy.
Moloch, moloch, fuck, moloch.
I love Carl Sandburg.
2. The Road Less Traveled
I am decisive.
I am not a conformist.
Check out my rhyme scheme.
3. Michael Brown’s Teacher Poem
I love my students.
Aren’t I a great professor?
I hate my students.
4. Adam Stone’s “An Unfortunate, Isolated, Incident”
Bigots can be cruel.
Listen to me sing Queen songs.
Cut, cut. Slice, slice,slice.
5. Morris Stegosarus’s “Magic Cactus of Torment”
The cactus to me:
Icky, spicky, wicky woo.
Cheese reference. Say what?
April 27th, 2005 at 9:05 am
1. Howl
Poets are crazy.
Moloch, moloch, fuck, moloch.
I love Carl Sandburg.
2. The Road Less Traveled
I am decisive.
I am not a conformist.
Check out my rhyme scheme.
3. Michael Brown’s Teacher Poem
I love my students.
Aren’t I a great professor?
I hate my students.
4. Adam Stone’s “An Unfortunate, Isolated, Incident”
Bigots can be cruel.
Listen to me sing Queen songs.
Cut, cut. Slice, slice,slice.
5. Morris Stegosarus’s “Magic Cactus of Torment”
The cactus to me:
Icky, spicky, wicky woo.
Cheese reference. Say what?
April 27th, 2005 at 9:05 am
1. Howl
Poets are crazy.
Moloch, moloch, fuck, moloch.
I love Carl Sandburg.
2. The Road Less Traveled
I am decisive.
I am not a conformist.
Check out my rhyme scheme.
3. Michael Brown’s Teacher Poem
I love my students.
Aren’t I a great professor?
I hate my students.
4. Adam Stone’s “An Unfortunate, Isolated, Incident”
Bigots can be cruel.
Listen to me sing Queen songs.
Cut, cut. Slice, slice,slice.
5. Morris Stegosarus’s “Magic Cactus of Torment”
The cactus to me:
Icky, spicky, wicky woo.
Cheese reference. Say what?
April 27th, 2005 at 9:05 am
1. Howl
Poets are crazy.
Moloch, moloch, fuck, moloch.
I love Carl Sandburg.
2. The Road Less Traveled
I am decisive.
I am not a conformist.
Check out my rhyme scheme.
3. Michael Brown’s Teacher Poem
I love my students.
Aren’t I a great professor?
I hate my students.
4. Adam Stone’s “An Unfortunate, Isolated, Incident”
Bigots can be cruel.
Listen to me sing Queen songs.
Cut, cut. Slice, slice,slice.
5. Morris Stegosarus’s “Magic Cactus of Torment”
The cactus to me:
Icky, spicky, wicky woo.
Cheese reference. Say what?
April 27th, 2005 at 9:05 am
1. Howl
Poets are crazy.
Moloch, moloch, fuck, moloch.
I love Carl Sandburg.
2. The Road Less Traveled
I am decisive.
I am not a conformist.
Check out my rhyme scheme.
3. Michael Brown’s Teacher Poem
I love my students.
Aren’t I a great professor?
I hate my students.
4. Adam Stone’s “An Unfortunate, Isolated, Incident”
Bigots can be cruel.
Listen to me sing Queen songs.
Cut, cut. Slice, slice,slice.
5. Morris Stegosarus’s “Magic Cactus of Torment”
The cactus to me:
Icky, spicky, wicky woo.
Cheese reference. Say what?
April 27th, 2005 at 6:53 am
Actually, just spent the past few hours working through a re-write of that one. I think it’s much better now(more power, more emotion):
Blueberries brought me
to a point where I can’t eat
them anymore. Wack.
April 27th, 2005 at 6:53 am
Actually, just spent the past few hours working through a re-write of that one. I think it’s much better now(more power, more emotion):
Blueberries brought me
to a point where I can’t eat
them anymore. Wack.
April 27th, 2005 at 6:53 am
Actually, just spent the past few hours working through a re-write of that one. I think it’s much better now(more power, more emotion):
Blueberries brought me
to a point where I can’t eat
them anymore. Wack.
April 27th, 2005 at 6:53 am
Actually, just spent the past few hours working through a re-write of that one. I think it’s much better now(more power, more emotion):
Blueberries brought me
to a point where I can’t eat
them anymore. Wack.
April 27th, 2005 at 6:53 am
Actually, just spent the past few hours working through a re-write of that one. I think it’s much better now(more power, more emotion):
Blueberries brought me
to a point where I can’t eat
them anymore. Wack.
April 27th, 2005 at 4:44 am
stupid boy haiku by: josh
He’s not very smart
or charming or anything
but the sex was good
April 27th, 2005 at 4:44 am
stupid boy haiku by: josh
He’s not very smart
or charming or anything
but the sex was good
April 27th, 2005 at 4:44 am
stupid boy haiku by: josh
He’s not very smart
or charming or anything
but the sex was good
April 27th, 2005 at 4:44 am
stupid boy haiku by: josh
He’s not very smart
or charming or anything
but the sex was good
April 27th, 2005 at 4:44 am
stupid boy haiku by: josh
He’s not very smart
or charming or anything
but the sex was good
April 27th, 2005 at 3:05 am
meta haiku
in my opinion
each line of a good haiku
should scan easily.
lines which have breaks that
cause you to stumble over
them are hard to read.
like all other forms
haiku lines can be force-fit
such poems are hacks.
poets should avoid
using forms for their own sake
when such use adds nil.
April 27th, 2005 at 3:05 am
meta haiku
in my opinion
each line of a good haiku
should scan easily.
lines which have breaks that
cause you to stumble over
them are hard to read.
like all other forms
haiku lines can be force-fit
such poems are hacks.
poets should avoid
using forms for their own sake
when such use adds nil.
April 27th, 2005 at 3:05 am
meta haiku
in my opinion
each line of a good haiku
should scan easily.
lines which have breaks that
cause you to stumble over
them are hard to read.
like all other forms
haiku lines can be force-fit
such poems are hacks.
poets should avoid
using forms for their own sake
when such use adds nil.
April 27th, 2005 at 3:05 am
meta haiku
in my opinion
each line of a good haiku
should scan easily.
lines which have breaks that
cause you to stumble over
them are hard to read.
like all other forms
haiku lines can be force-fit
such poems are hacks.
poets should avoid
using forms for their own sake
when such use adds nil.
April 27th, 2005 at 3:05 am
meta haiku
in my opinion
each line of a good haiku
should scan easily.
lines which have breaks that
cause you to stumble over
them are hard to read.
like all other forms
haiku lines can be force-fit
such poems are hacks.
poets should avoid
using forms for their own sake
when such use adds nil.
April 27th, 2005 at 2:30 am
Thanks, I’ll be here all week.
I’m actually thinking of writing a haiku version of every single poem I write from now on.
I probably won’t do it, but I am thinking about it.
April 27th, 2005 at 2:30 am
Thanks, I’ll be here all week.
I’m actually thinking of writing a haiku version of every single poem I write from now on.
I probably won’t do it, but I am thinking about it.
April 27th, 2005 at 2:30 am
Thanks, I’ll be here all week.
I’m actually thinking of writing a haiku version of every single poem I write from now on.
I probably won’t do it, but I am thinking about it.
April 27th, 2005 at 2:30 am
Thanks, I’ll be here all week.
I’m actually thinking of writing a haiku version of every single poem I write from now on.
I probably won’t do it, but I am thinking about it.
April 27th, 2005 at 2:30 am
Thanks, I’ll be here all week.
I’m actually thinking of writing a haiku version of every single poem I write from now on.
I probably won’t do it, but I am thinking about it.
April 27th, 2005 at 2:29 am
*snort* Anti-oxidantilicious!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:29 am
*snort* Anti-oxidantilicious!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:29 am
*snort* Anti-oxidantilicious!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:29 am
*snort* Anti-oxidantilicious!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:29 am
*snort* Anti-oxidantilicious!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:29 am
BRILLIANCE!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:29 am
BRILLIANCE!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:29 am
BRILLIANCE!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:29 am
BRILLIANCE!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:29 am
BRILLIANCE!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:29 am
Re: i like number 5
Me too. I may throw out the original version.
April 27th, 2005 at 2:29 am
Re: i like number 5
Me too. I may throw out the original version.
April 27th, 2005 at 2:29 am
Re: i like number 5
Me too. I may throw out the original version.
April 27th, 2005 at 2:29 am
Re: i like number 5
Me too. I may throw out the original version.
April 27th, 2005 at 2:29 am
Re: i like number 5
Me too. I may throw out the original version.
April 27th, 2005 at 2:28 am
I hear VOICES!!!!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:28 am
I hear VOICES!!!!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:28 am
I hear VOICES!!!!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:28 am
I hear VOICES!!!!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:28 am
I hear VOICES!!!!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:28 am
Oh, yes. Nicely done!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:28 am
Oh, yes. Nicely done!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:28 am
Oh, yes. Nicely done!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:28 am
Oh, yes. Nicely done!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:28 am
Oh, yes. Nicely done!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:28 am
Hey, that’s like, profound and stuff.
April 27th, 2005 at 2:28 am
Hey, that’s like, profound and stuff.
April 27th, 2005 at 2:28 am
Hey, that’s like, profound and stuff.
April 27th, 2005 at 2:28 am
Hey, that’s like, profound and stuff.
April 27th, 2005 at 2:28 am
Hey, that’s like, profound and stuff.
April 27th, 2005 at 2:27 am
Re: ok, i’ll bite…
Odyssey KILLED me!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:27 am
Re: ok, i’ll bite…
Odyssey KILLED me!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:27 am
Re: ok, i’ll bite…
Odyssey KILLED me!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:27 am
Re: ok, i’ll bite…
Odyssey KILLED me!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:27 am
Re: ok, i’ll bite…
Odyssey KILLED me!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:27 am
Re: Everything I’ve Ever Written
HA! I like it.
April 27th, 2005 at 2:27 am
Re: Everything I’ve Ever Written
HA! I like it.
April 27th, 2005 at 2:27 am
Re: Everything I’ve Ever Written
HA! I like it.
April 27th, 2005 at 2:27 am
Re: Everything I’ve Ever Written
HA! I like it.
April 27th, 2005 at 2:27 am
Re: Everything I’ve Ever Written
HA! I like it.
April 27th, 2005 at 2:26 am
Re: The Second Coming by Yeates
Woo hoo!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:26 am
Re: The Second Coming by Yeates
Woo hoo!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:26 am
Re: The Second Coming by Yeates
Woo hoo!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:26 am
Re: The Second Coming by Yeates
Woo hoo!
April 27th, 2005 at 2:26 am
Re: The Second Coming by Yeates
Woo hoo!
April 26th, 2005 at 6:09 pm
Blueberries brought me
to a point where I can’t eat
them anymore. Poop.
April 26th, 2005 at 6:09 pm
Blueberries brought me
to a point where I can’t eat
them anymore. Poop.
April 26th, 2005 at 6:09 pm
Blueberries brought me
to a point where I can’t eat
them anymore. Poop.
April 26th, 2005 at 6:09 pm
Blueberries brought me
to a point where I can’t eat
them anymore. Poop.
April 26th, 2005 at 6:09 pm
Blueberries brought me
to a point where I can’t eat
them anymore. Poop.
April 26th, 2005 at 4:35 pm
i like number 5
it works for me!
April 26th, 2005 at 4:35 pm
i like number 5
it works for me!
April 26th, 2005 at 4:35 pm
i like number 5
it works for me!
April 26th, 2005 at 4:35 pm
i like number 5
it works for me!
April 26th, 2005 at 4:35 pm
i like number 5
it works for me!
April 26th, 2005 at 2:46 pm
What if the S in LSD stood for Sex by Matt McDonald
Sex, definitely
Hallucinogenic if
You can do it right
April 26th, 2005 at 2:46 pm
What if the S in LSD stood for Sex by Matt McDonald
Sex, definitely
Hallucinogenic if
You can do it right
April 26th, 2005 at 2:46 pm
What if the S in LSD stood for Sex by Matt McDonald
Sex, definitely
Hallucinogenic if
You can do it right
April 26th, 2005 at 2:46 pm
What if the S in LSD stood for Sex by Matt McDonald
Sex, definitely
Hallucinogenic if
You can do it right
April 26th, 2005 at 2:46 pm
What if the S in LSD stood for Sex by Matt McDonald
Sex, definitely
Hallucinogenic if
You can do it right
April 26th, 2005 at 2:37 pm
Hers by Rachel McKibbens
i’m a better mom
than you ever were, Mother
i make dope cupcakes
April 26th, 2005 at 2:37 pm
Hers by Rachel McKibbens
i’m a better mom
than you ever were, Mother
i make dope cupcakes
April 26th, 2005 at 2:37 pm
Hers by Rachel McKibbens
i’m a better mom
than you ever were, Mother
i make dope cupcakes
April 26th, 2005 at 2:37 pm
Hers by Rachel McKibbens
i’m a better mom
than you ever were, Mother
i make dope cupcakes
April 26th, 2005 at 2:37 pm
Hers by Rachel McKibbens
i’m a better mom
than you ever were, Mother
i make dope cupcakes
April 26th, 2005 at 1:30 pm
>2. The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock, also by Eliot:
http://www.poeticdiversity.org/main/poemArchive.php?recordID=80
Not haiku, modern vernacular. But funny!
Red, Me
I dyed my hair when
I realized it’s simpler
to just go with it.
April 26th, 2005 at 1:30 pm
>2. The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock, also by Eliot:
http://www.poeticdiversity.org/main/poemArchive.php?recordID=80
Not haiku, modern vernacular. But funny!
Red, Me
I dyed my hair when
I realized it’s simpler
to just go with it.
April 26th, 2005 at 1:30 pm
>2. The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock, also by Eliot:
http://www.poeticdiversity.org/main/poemArchive.php?recordID=80
Not haiku, modern vernacular. But funny!
Red, Me
I dyed my hair when
I realized it’s simpler
to just go with it.
April 26th, 2005 at 1:30 pm
>2. The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock, also by Eliot:
http://www.poeticdiversity.org/main/poemArchive.php?recordID=80
Not haiku, modern vernacular. But funny!
Red, Me
I dyed my hair when
I realized it’s simpler
to just go with it.
April 26th, 2005 at 1:30 pm
>2. The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock, also by Eliot:
http://www.poeticdiversity.org/main/poemArchive.php?recordID=80
Not haiku, modern vernacular. But funny!
Red, Me
I dyed my hair when
I realized it’s simpler
to just go with it.
April 26th, 2005 at 1:23 pm
ok, i’ll bite…
writing lesson #8 by Bill MacMillan
a laundry list of
poet traits that piss me off.
write like you mean it!
odyssey by Bill MacMillan
look, up in the sky
its a big, dead, burning bird!
Homer shakes his head
I Could Be A Poet by Taylor Mali
i could be a poet
because i can make fun
of other poets
On The Dawn of the Morning by Maya Angelo
rock, river & tree
the best i could come up with
on such short notice
Chrysler by Tony Brown
Ernest Hemingway
if he lived in Uxbridge, Mass
but with less ego
April 26th, 2005 at 1:23 pm
ok, i’ll bite…
writing lesson #8 by Bill MacMillan
a laundry list of
poet traits that piss me off.
write like you mean it!
odyssey by Bill MacMillan
look, up in the sky
its a big, dead, burning bird!
Homer shakes his head
I Could Be A Poet by Taylor Mali
i could be a poet
because i can make fun
of other poets
On The Dawn of the Morning by Maya Angelo
rock, river & tree
the best i could come up with
on such short notice
Chrysler by Tony Brown
Ernest Hemingway
if he lived in Uxbridge, Mass
but with less ego
April 26th, 2005 at 1:23 pm
ok, i’ll bite…
writing lesson #8 by Bill MacMillan
a laundry list of
poet traits that piss me off.
write like you mean it!
odyssey by Bill MacMillan
look, up in the sky
its a big, dead, burning bird!
Homer shakes his head
I Could Be A Poet by Taylor Mali
i could be a poet
because i can make fun
of other poets
On The Dawn of the Morning by Maya Angelo
rock, river & tree
the best i could come up with
on such short notice
Chrysler by Tony Brown
Ernest Hemingway
if he lived in Uxbridge, Mass
but with less ego
April 26th, 2005 at 1:23 pm
ok, i’ll bite…
writing lesson #8 by Bill MacMillan
a laundry list of
poet traits that piss me off.
write like you mean it!
odyssey by Bill MacMillan
look, up in the sky
its a big, dead, burning bird!
Homer shakes his head
I Could Be A Poet by Taylor Mali
i could be a poet
because i can make fun
of other poets
On The Dawn of the Morning by Maya Angelo
rock, river & tree
the best i could come up with
on such short notice
Chrysler by Tony Brown
Ernest Hemingway
if he lived in Uxbridge, Mass
but with less ego
April 26th, 2005 at 1:23 pm
ok, i’ll bite…
writing lesson #8 by Bill MacMillan
a laundry list of
poet traits that piss me off.
write like you mean it!
odyssey by Bill MacMillan
look, up in the sky
its a big, dead, burning bird!
Homer shakes his head
I Could Be A Poet by Taylor Mali
i could be a poet
because i can make fun
of other poets
On The Dawn of the Morning by Maya Angelo
rock, river & tree
the best i could come up with
on such short notice
Chrysler by Tony Brown
Ernest Hemingway
if he lived in Uxbridge, Mass
but with less ego
April 26th, 2005 at 12:10 pm
Everything I’ve Ever Written
I’m so sexy.
Sexy Sexy Sexy. And I had
no friends in High School.
April 26th, 2005 at 12:10 pm
Everything I’ve Ever Written
I’m so sexy.
Sexy Sexy Sexy. And I had
no friends in High School.
April 26th, 2005 at 12:10 pm
Everything I’ve Ever Written
I’m so sexy.
Sexy Sexy Sexy. And I had
no friends in High School.
April 26th, 2005 at 12:10 pm
Everything I’ve Ever Written
I’m so sexy.
Sexy Sexy Sexy. And I had
no friends in High School.
April 26th, 2005 at 12:10 pm
Everything I’ve Ever Written
I’m so sexy.
Sexy Sexy Sexy. And I had
no friends in High School.
April 26th, 2005 at 11:21 am
The Second Coming by Yeates
Our leaders are crap
And something awful is coming
With bad posture
April 26th, 2005 at 11:21 am
The Second Coming by Yeates
Our leaders are crap
And something awful is coming
With bad posture
April 26th, 2005 at 11:21 am
The Second Coming by Yeates
Our leaders are crap
And something awful is coming
With bad posture
April 26th, 2005 at 11:21 am
The Second Coming by Yeates
Our leaders are crap
And something awful is coming
With bad posture
April 26th, 2005 at 11:21 am
The Second Coming by Yeates
Our leaders are crap
And something awful is coming
With bad posture