Sugar
His name Lord Sugar
he's certainly no hugger
a harsh straight talker
By Susan Mary Burns
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Haiku 66
Palm Trees
Palm trees curve and bend
Toward the briny seashore;
A sauropod reach.
Elongated necks,
From gravity they defy,
Distracted from earth.
By Ros Shrapnel
Haiku 64
Haiku Ambulance by Richard Brautigan
A piece of green pepper
fell
off the wooden salad bowl:
so what?
Haiku 57
Luna Lake Haiku by Adrian Green
New moon on the lake.
Your voice and the nightingale
serenade springtime.
Full moon on the lake.
Your voice and the waterbirds
celebrate summer.
Old moon on the lake.
Owls hunting autumnal food -
your voice still singing.
Your voice and the nightingale
serenade springtime.
Full moon on the lake.
Your voice and the waterbirds
celebrate summer.
Old moon on the lake.
Owls hunting autumnal food -
your voice still singing.
Haiku 56
Reunion by Sukasah Syahdan
This spirited assemblage
is a placid pilgrimage:
the girls and boys we were
_X_
A blink is all it takes
before we flock again
as grandparents
_X_
As soon as we part
we can all sum it up
into a personal haiku
Haiku 55
The Haiku’s Sorry by Sukasah Syahdan
the haiku's sorry
life's not rosy
as the master's fairy story
Haiku 54
Truth in advertising by Yahia Lababidi
morning epiphany
applicable to love and life
in haiku-like purity:
only freshly squeezed
separation is natural
shake well to enjoy!
In fructose veritas.
Haiku 53
Haiku (Never Published) by Allen Ginsberg
Drinking my tea
Without sugar-
No difference.
_X_
The sparrow shits
upside down
--ah! my brain & eggs
_X_
Mayan head in a
Pacific driftwood bole
--Someday I'll live in N.Y.
_X_
Looking over my shoulder
my behind was covered
with cherry blossoms.
_X_
Winter Haiku
I didn't know the names
of the flowers--now
my garden is gone.
_X_
I slapped the mosquito
and missed.
What made me do that?
_X_
Reading haiku
I am unhappy,
longing for the Nameless.
_X_
A frog floating
in the drugstore jar:
summer rain on grey pavements.
(after Shiki)
_X_
On the porch
in my shorts;
auto lights in the rain.
_X_
Another year
has past-the world
is no different.
_X_
The first thing I looked for
in my old garden was
The Cherry Tree.
_X_
My old desk:
the first thing I looked for
in my house.
_X_
My early journal:
the first thing I found
in my old desk.
_X_
My mother's ghost:
the first thing I found
in the living room.
_X_
I quit shaving
but the eyes that glanced at me
remained in the mirror.
_X_
The madman
emerges from the movies:
the street at lunchtime.
_X_
Cities of boys
are in their graves,
and in this town...
_X_
Lying on my side
in the void:
the breath in my nose.
_X_
On the fifteenth floor
the dog chews a bone-
Screech of taxicabs.
_X_
A hardon in New York,
a boy
in San Fransisco.
_X_
The moon over the roof,
worms in the garden.
I rent this house.
_X_
[Haiku composed in the backyard cottage at 1624
Milvia Street, Berkeley 1955, while reading R.H.
Blyth's 4 volumes, "Haiku."]
_X_
Haiku 52
Five Haiku by Paul Eluard
The wind
Undecided
Rolls a cigarette of air
_x_
The mute girl talks:
It is art's imperfection.
This impenetrable speech.
_x_
The motor car is truly launched:
Four martyrs' heads
Roll under the wheels.
_x_
Ah! a thousand flames, a fire,
The light, a shadow!
The sun is following me.
_x_
A feather gives to a hat
A touch of lightness:
The chimney smokes.
_x_
Haiku 51
Four Haiku by Matsuo Basho
Spring:
A hill without a name
Veiled in morning mist.
A hill without a name
Veiled in morning mist.
_x_
The beginning of autumn:
Sea and emerald paddy
Both the same green.
Sea and emerald paddy
Both the same green.
The winds of autumn
Blow: yet still green
The chestnut husks.
Blow: yet still green
The chestnut husks.
A flash of lightning:
Into the gloom
Goes the heron's cry.
Haiku 50
The old pond by Matsuo Basho
Following are several translations
of the 'Old Pond' poem, which may be
the most famous of all haiku:
Furuike ya
kawazu tobikomu
mizu no oto
-- Basho
Literal Translation
Fu-ru (old) i-ke (pond) ya,
ka-wa-zu (frog) to-bi-ko-mu (jumping into)
mi-zu (water) no o-to (sound)
The old pond--
a frog jumps in,
sound of water.
Translated by Robert Hass
Old pond...
a frog jumps in
water's sound.
Translated by William J. Higginson
An old silent pond...
A frog jumps into the pond,
splash! Silence again.
Translated by Harry Behn
There is the old pond!
Lo, into it jumps a frog:
hark, water's music!
Translated by John Bryan
The silent old pond
a mirror of ancient calm,
a frog-leaps-in splash.
Translated by Dion O'Donnol
old pond
frog leaping
splash
Translated by Cid Corman
Antic pond--
frantic frog jumps in--
gigantic sound.
Translated by Bernard Lionel Einbond
'Dere wasa dis frogg
Gone jumpa offa da logg
Now he inna bogg.'
-- Anonymous
Translated by George M. Young, Jr.
Old pond
leap -- splash
a frog.
Translated by Lucien Stryck
The old pond,
A frog jumps in:.
Plop!
Translated by Allan Watts
The old pond, yes, and
A frog is jumping into
The water, and splash.
Translated by G.S. Fraser
of the 'Old Pond' poem, which may be
the most famous of all haiku:
Furuike ya
kawazu tobikomu
mizu no oto
-- Basho
Literal Translation
Fu-ru (old) i-ke (pond) ya,
ka-wa-zu (frog) to-bi-ko-mu (jumping into)
mi-zu (water) no o-to (sound)
The old pond--
a frog jumps in,
sound of water.
Translated by Robert Hass
Old pond...
a frog jumps in
water's sound.
Translated by William J. Higginson
An old silent pond...
A frog jumps into the pond,
splash! Silence again.
Translated by Harry Behn
There is the old pond!
Lo, into it jumps a frog:
hark, water's music!
Translated by John Bryan
The silent old pond
a mirror of ancient calm,
a frog-leaps-in splash.
Translated by Dion O'Donnol
old pond
frog leaping
splash
Translated by Cid Corman
Antic pond--
frantic frog jumps in--
gigantic sound.
Translated by Bernard Lionel Einbond
'Dere wasa dis frogg
Gone jumpa offa da logg
Now he inna bogg.'
-- Anonymous
Translated by George M. Young, Jr.
Old pond
leap -- splash
a frog.
Translated by Lucien Stryck
The old pond,
A frog jumps in:.
Plop!
Translated by Allan Watts
The old pond, yes, and
A frog is jumping into
The water, and splash.
Translated by G.S. Fraser
Haiku 49
Bees buzzing, it's spring
Nature wakes up from its nap
While the wind blew softly.
By Jennifer
Haiku 46
Spring flowers burst their color.
Birds fly back to their North home.
Animals hatching.
By Nicole
Haiku 40
Birds chirping their song,
Building their nest for their home
Getting ready for spring!
By Ian
Friday, September 9, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Haiku 01
Aj Ravi Dy Kinary Beh Ke,
Tainu Boht Yad Kita,
Ty Pani Vich Wattay Suttay
Poet: Shayan BUtt
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