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nnyhav
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« Reply #15 on: July 20, 2007, 03:19:34 PM »

NO TRESPASSING -- four
seventeenths of a haiku
-- Richard Brautigan
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« Reply #16 on: July 20, 2007, 03:24:33 PM »

Puberty: Keep Out!

Shiny disco neuron mirrors

nursing a silvery wrath

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« Reply #17 on: July 20, 2007, 03:33:59 PM »

anti-haiku

When they was seventeen
noses were taboo
so to spite their face
they sliced it off
with something thin and worthy

When seventeen geneologies kick in
at seventeen
big-time space
develops its
one moment
its the next moment
                          then the next
                                 the next


 

I like this Beppo....It is exactly how seventeen feels....problem is you don't understand this until you are at least thirty-five.
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« Reply #18 on: July 20, 2007, 03:38:41 PM »

NO TRESPASSING -- four
seventeenths of a haiku
-- Richard Brautigan

Obviously Brautigan (of, Trout Fishing in America) was telling us something important. I start with the fact that he was a favored writer of a close friend of mine who went to work for Mike Mansfield at the embassy in Tokyo as the officer in charge of opposition parties.
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« Reply #19 on: July 20, 2007, 03:45:11 PM »

Seventeen…
Love and football
Gods with golden hair
Forever is now.


Seventeen...
Hey baby in the back of his daddy's car
consequences be damned.

Seventeen...
Reckless
Invincible
The hapless Aphrodite never understood
That Adonis came equipped
With a Teflon heart.
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« Reply #20 on: July 20, 2007, 04:19:16 PM »

NO TRESPASSING -- four
seventeenths of a haiku
-- Richard Brautigan

Obviously Brautigan (of, Trout Fishing in America) was telling us something important. I start with the fact that he was a favored writer of a close friend of mine who went to work for Mike Mansfield at the embassy in Tokyo as the officer in charge of opposition parties.

Well, madupont, if the above applied to me that's definitely where I would begin. Seventeen syllables in a traditional western haiku - surely that's a guestimate?
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« Reply #21 on: July 20, 2007, 05:15:45 PM »

NO TRESPASSING -- four
seventeenths of a haiku
-- Richard Brautigan
Obviously Brautigan (of, Trout Fishing in America) was telling us something important. I start with the fact that he was a favored writer of a close friend of mine who went to work for Mike Mansfield at the embassy in Tokyo as the officer in charge of opposition parties.
Well, madupont, if the above applied to me that's definitely where I would begin. Seventeen syllables in a traditional western haiku - surely that's a guestimate?

I just wanted to point out that it doesn't become a haiku without the attribution.

But explaining the joke puts the humor out of its misery.
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« Reply #22 on: July 20, 2007, 05:23:59 PM »

NO TRESPASSING -- four
seventeenths of a haiku
-- Richard Brautigan
Obviously Brautigan (of, Trout Fishing in America) was telling us something important. I start with the fact that he was a favored writer of a close friend of mine who went to work for Mike Mansfield at the embassy in Tokyo as the officer in charge of opposition parties.
Well, madupont, if the above applied to me that's definitely where I would begin. Seventeen syllables in a traditional western haiku - surely that's a guestimate?

I just wanted to point out that it doesn't become a haiku without the attribution.

But explaining the joke puts the humor out of its misery.


nnyhav - you swine!

ps (modified edition) nnyhav no offense meant it's just that when I spotted that I kicked myself (I'm eating my dinner) and well, no-one wants to do that.

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« Reply #23 on: July 20, 2007, 05:30:01 PM »

lhoffman

A potential thought for a haiku:

The lessons of seventeen


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« Reply #24 on: July 20, 2007, 05:33:20 PM »

The internet should be fun
A hard day's work then
happy, happy typing

The internet isn't fun
A hard day's work
and then sometimes
a hard night's work




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« Reply #25 on: July 20, 2007, 05:57:41 PM »

Beppo....

Haiku's a challenge
I have so much to say and
syllables constrict.
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« Reply #26 on: July 20, 2007, 07:12:04 PM »

Beppo --

No offense taken,
nor any given, I trust --
all in good humor.
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« Reply #27 on: July 22, 2007, 01:05:53 AM »

              Seaside Golf

         
How straight it flew, how long it flew,
   It clear'd the rutty track
And soaring, disappeared from view
   Beyond the bunker's back—
A glorious, sailing, bounding drive
That made me glad I was alive.

And down the fairway, far along
   It glowed a lonely white;
I played an iron sure and strong
   And clipp'd it out of sight,
And spite of grassy banks between
I knew I'd find it on the green.

And so I did. It lay content
   Two paces from the pin;
A steady putt and then it went
   Oh, most securely in.
The very turf rejoiced to see
That quite unprecedented three.

Ah! seaweed smells from sandy caves
   And thyme and mist in whiffs,
In-coming tide, Atlantic waves
   Slapping the sunny cliffs,
Lark song and sea sounds in the air
And splendour, splendour everywhere.

                             John Betjeman
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« Reply #28 on: July 22, 2007, 03:06:02 AM »

That's him all right...
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« Reply #29 on: July 23, 2007, 02:04:43 PM »

...and I read it all thinking it was yours Beppo!!.. and thinking "now look how cool...the laird of the HI!-lands...who would have said so.Huh...and then it was Mr.Betjbem.

I wonder where Reo del Cigarrillo the Spanglish NY poet is.He was quite good.   
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