Haiku.Com: November 2011

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Haiku 67

Sugar

His name Lord Sugar

he's certainly no hugger

a harsh straight talker

By Susan Mary Burns

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 65

From the womb she rose

Like a petal tender and new

Happy Birthday, girl

By Ros Shrapnel

Haiku 64

Haiku Ambulance by Richard Brautigan

A piece of green pepper

fell

off the wooden salad bowl:

so what?

Haiku 63

The short night--

just as I'm falling asleep

my wife's waking up

Larry Bole

Hiku 62

The short night-

a watery moon

stands alone over the hill

Maggie

Haiku 61

Birds singing

in the dark

Rainy dawn.

by Jack Kerouac

Haiku 60

The low yellow

moon above the

Quiet lamplit house

by Jack Kerouac

Haiku 59

The taste

of rain

Why kneel ?

by Jack Kerouac

Haiku 58

Water reflects sky

Summer of my soul open

Under the spell still

by Raymond A. Foss

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.

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.

_x_

The beginning of autumn:
Sea and emerald paddy
Both the same green.

_x_

The winds of autumn
Blow: yet still green
The chestnut husks.

_x_

A flash of lightning:
Into the gloom
Goes the heron's cry.

_x_

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