Chain-Haikuing

Linda, 17 May 2003:

chance led me to you

as we crossed the river bridge,

a ray of sunshine

Ursula, 18 May 2003:

Sunshine flows golden

over the summer landscape.

Watch the midges fly.

Linda, 18 May 2003:

Sunrise on a still pond

sun shines on a rainwashed leaf.

Swans and midges drink.

Ursula, 18 May 2003:

Drink the warm spring rain!

Waterpearls fall from the sky,

Cling to spiders’ webs.

Andrew Shields, 18 May 2003:

The webs are cobby

with cedar pollen and so

is the balcony.

Geoff Brock, 19 May 2003:

Sunlit balconies,

even in harshest winter,

look warm through the glass.

Graham Tritt, 19 May 2003:

Glass fractured in shards

rainbows glitter in the light

color bursting free.

sara probst, 19 May 2003:

free busride ahead

the hobo sleeps and dreams of

his father’s warm hands

Nicolette Kretz, 19 May 2003:

hands on my shoulders

where they’ve never been before

now where will they go

Al Denali, 19 May 2003:

Go ahead of me

As a golden butterfly

I will watch from here.

sara probst, 20 May 2003:

here’s the plan: write books

go to cali to grow old

get a tan and die

Franz, 20 May 2003:

Dying my hair isn’t

an option: I might as well

just go grey fully.

sara probst, 20 May 2003:

(fully understood

your note on the fridge tonight

i’ll be gone. promise)

promise, 21 May 2003:

Promise ties firmly

You are bound fast by your words.

Reason to not speak.

Andrew Shields, 22 May 2003:

Speak now or forego

ever having him or her

fondling your piece

Ursula, 22 May 2003:

Piece together now

the puzzle I gave you to solve.

I’ll wager you can’t. ;)

sara probst, 23 May 2003:

can’t just hop a train

to paris to see The Boss

live- well here i go

Cindy-Jane, 24 May 2003:

“Go home!” - he tells them.

They nod and after the storm

they end up in clouds.

Graham Tritt, 25 May 2003:

Clouds in cyberspace

dropping their poems like rain

virtual writers

Sue Higson, 25 May 2003:

Writers of haiku

living in harmony

under the stars

dave garbutt, 25 May 2003:

Stars along a sea

front. Gulls fly high above, drop

presents. Flash guns-Flash

Sue Higson, 25 May 2003:

Flash of light

shooting by overhead,

wonder in the sky.

Katherine, 25 May 2003:

Sky with golden hue

announces daybreak nearing,

another morning

Cari Dettling, 26 May 2003:

Morning coffee can

help creative juices flow

Make mine a double

sara probst, 27 May 2003:

double rooms only!

check out at 12. leave money,

key and girl, cowboy

Al Denali, 27 May 2003:

Cowboy rides the fence

Until summer sun is gone.

Fireflies taunt him.

Wendy Upchurch, 27 May 2003:

He who is most free

chases not abstractedly

sees his place in life

Franz, 28 May 2003:

Life— say what you want,

somehow it never has a

patch on the real thing.

Ursula, 28 May 2003:

Thing you oughtn’t know.

Curiosity kills the cat,

You know that, don’t you?

sara probst, 28 May 2003:

(for jack)

you traveled until

there was truth in gin; fare thee

well, catholic boy

sara probst, 28 May 2003:

(for richard)

boy, someone sure should

teach that cat how to shoot holes

in the kitchen wall

sara probst, 28 May 2003:

(richard, again)

(wall between me and…)

-understand???- ‘amór’ -she won’t talk to me, damnit

Nicolette Kretz, 29 May 2003:

dammit, there he goes

too late for some action now

raise the count by one

sara probst, 29 May 2003:

one of them was still

breathing when she came down with

the stone - a dead fish

sara probst, 29 May 2003:

a dead fish - the stone

came down with her breathing and

one of them was still

sara probst, 29 May 2003:

still life with haiku:

word, mountain, tree, water, god, man; in that order

Cari Dettling, 30 May 2003:

Order from my car

Give me convenience or give

me death. Almost food.

Ursula, 31 May 2003:

Food, well, food is good.

Now you expect me to write

about food. -Oh, dang!

lorraine taylor, 31 May 2003:

food for my love

tainted with ketchup and roses

stomach yearning again and again

Dave Garbutt, 1 June 2003:

again you prune the

roses: the white, the red, green-

fly drying - millions

Dave garbutt, 1 June 2003:

millions drive round cali

no one goes there to be old

nice frontage, my eye!

dave garbutt, 1 June 2003:

I don’t like tans, I

don’t like cars, I go there to

to write equations

(See “Surely you’re joking Mr Feynman”)

sara probst, 2 June 2003:

equations on white

paper napkins; coffee stains

on tales of failure

Andrea Ihlenfeld, 3 June 2003:

Who’s failure is it?

No one can hear anymore

the sound of feelings.

Doris Lanz, 3 June 2003:

feelings is what he

talks about when all he wants

is your phone number

Andrea Ihlenfeld, 3 June 2003:

number of items

on the shopping list increase

week by week with teens

Doris Lanz, 4 June 2003:

teens are snickering

behind your back as you pass

grip that blood-stained axe

Andrew Shields, 4 June 2003:

get a grip on your

selflessness too self-centered

not left-justified

Andrew Shields, 4 June 2003:

just in-fighting left

no self in the center to

get a grip on you

Nicolette Kretz, 5 June 2003:

you said: but of course

I’ll see you again real soon!

ten months, nine days past

Doris Lanz, 5 June 2003:

past mars on the left

one loop around mercury

straight into the sun

sara probst, 7 June 2003:

sun is gone. water

breaks on rocks. trout rise with tide.

child asks for a name.

sara probst, 7 June 2003:

name of the child breaks

on rocks like tide. watertrout

ask the sun to rise.

Andrew.Shields, 8 June 2003:

Rise and be blessed. Speak

words. Speak silence. Speak the sun

and midsummer night.

Nico, 9 June 2003:

night falls and I see

it’s too late now to aks you

to dance till sunset

Doris Lanz, 10 June 2003:

sunsets in paintbrush

and styrofoam sandcastles

cardboard nostalgia

Ursula, 12 June 2003:

nostalgia’s so nice…

Really! I miss the days when

I was nostalgic.

Ursula, 12 June 2003:

Nostalgic train rides:

Old, bleached out memories in

exchange for money.

Priya, 12 June 2003:

money makes the world

go ‘round and so we chase each

other ‘round the world

Nicolette Kretz, 13 June 2003:

wwwwwwwwwwwwww.haiku.com

world wide web, where we

write what we want, where wildest

wishes will wander

Franz, 13 June 2003:

Wanda waves and leaves

drifting across lanes without

turning I wander

u, 14 June 2003:

Wander on a mild

summer day, in shorts and shirt.

When summer storm starts.

sara probst, 14 June 2003:

(for jack kerouac)

started with a line

in lowell, massachusetts.

love is pea soup

Andrew Shields, 15 June 2003:

peas and carrots and

broccoli and cauliflower —

eat your vegetables!

u, 15 June 2003:

vegetables are green,

healthy; full of vitamines…

-have another sweet?

Doris Lanz, 17 June 2003:

sweet and sickening

like jellybeans and popcorn

like your lovely lies

Andrea Ihlenfeld, 19 June 2003:

which truth lies in the

reflection from my mirror

after a loooong night?

Ursula, 19 June 2003:

night dark shadows lurk

in the corners of my room.

-why’d I watch that film?!

Andrew Shields, 23 June 2003:

on my hands a film

of sweat as this heady June

heads into July

Ruairi Mc Nally, 24 June 2003:

July and Julie

are two concepts that go

cheek to cheek

u, 25 June 2003:

What a cheek to go

and say those things about me!

Even if they’re true.

sara probst, 27 June 2003:

true things come first or

first things come true, she said. she

was such a dreamer

Ursula, 28 June 2003:

Dreamer never see

the silver newmoon shimmer.

But Insomniacs do.

Ursula, 29 June 2003:

Do dodos dare down

the dark dizzy drink that Dan

distributes these days?

Ursula, 29 June 2003:

Days drop like honey;

Oozing forth golden and sweet.

Such great holidays!

u, 29 June 2003:

Holidays last on

endlessly… -till they’re over

in just a few days.

Nicolette Kretz, 29 June 2003:

haiku in A minor

days go by even

without you. but they do it

a wee bit slower.

Nicolette Kretz, 29 June 2003:

potential lyrics to a Tindersticks song

or

potential lines in a Sarah Kane play

slower than a snail

on a hot tin roof my heart

dries and turns to dust

Sue, 1 July 2003:

dust on the table,

grime on the window pane,

rain falling down

Doris, 3 July 2003:

eiderdown calling

me back home on this grey cold

morning. I give in.

Ursula, 5 July 2003:

In the light of dawn

a silver waterstar twinkles

and blinking, it dies.

Doris, 10 July 2003:

Dies heroically

in his dreams every night. Still

wakes up each morning.

Priya, 10 July 2003:

The morning after

makes you pay for the fun you

had the night before

Priya, 10 July 2003:

before spending nights

at home, know that morning makes

you pay anyway

Graham Tritt, 11 July 2003:

Anyway is up

sky high dreams fly in the night

magic carpet ride

Doris, 11 July 2003:

ride plastic horses

count magic in kilobytes

carpet your insides

Nicolette Kretz, 12 July 2003:

Nico misses the ride

inside’s much better

on a night like this you can

skip that BBQ

Nicolette Kretz, 12 July 2003:

a party no-one will forget

barbecued poodles,

a honey-glazed pony and

hamsters with whipped cream

Doris, 23 July 2003:

Cream has gone sour,

fridge has broken down. Now flies

are buzzing instead.

Nicolette Kretz, 3 August 2003:

At Hamburger Bahnhof Museum of Modern Art, Berlin

instead of at him

I look at bad art and think

hell, what does this mean

Doris, 19 August 2003:

mean old world, good old

eric sang. So should I feel

sorry for him now.

Tanya The Rhymer, 19 August 2003:

Now I just feel fine

with Adrian by my side

helping me to rhyme

Doris, 27 August 2003:

rhyme it again, sam

rhyme cry with windsor tie and

die with kidney pie

Nico, 28 August 2003:

studying the menu

kidney pie, you see,

is like you: lovely outside,

sickening inside

Doris, 3 September 2003:

When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer - The True Story

Inside, talk of maths.

Don’t get a thing. Popping out

for a cigarette.

Nico, 3 September 2003:

breakfast of champions

cigarettes, coffee

and that fucking gorgeous smile

will do for breakfast

Ursula, 19 September 2003:

breakfast before dawn,

the only one up is me.

savouring the peace.

Ursula, 19 September 2003:

peaceful world beneath

a sky that’s so much older.

why can i see them?

MC Doris, 24 September 2003:

them say me no know

how to make good reggae, mon

me say them no know

u, 27 September 2003:

fact and fiction

know it’s not alright.

angry, my conscience protests.

while my courage fails.

Patrick Lyddy, 9 October 2003:

oceans are merely

vast dreams in a reality

that doesn’t exist.

Voice, 14 October 2003:

In the pattern of

sun, wind and swaying flowers,

butterflies rejoice.

Nicolette Kretz, 15 October 2003:

Oy!

rejoice at people

reading the rules of this game

it’s a chain-haiku!

Voice, 16 October 2003:

A chain-haiku. But,

before all, a haiku, which means:

Don’t forget the bugs!

;D

~Lily~, 21 October 2003:

bugs the hell out of

me, the way he always grins.

a cheshire moon.

Gordy, 22 October 2003:

Moon and stars come out

As sun’s face is turned away,

Lonely sighs unheard.

Voice, 22 October 2003:

Unheard stories float

In the darkblue night until

they freeze and shatter.

susanna, 1 November 2003:

shatter-proof ego.

atom versus molecule.

but *I* stands alone…

Franz, 1 December 2003:

a lone eye gazes
from dark lands and…drat, it’s time
that Part Three came out —

R.Uder, 2 December 2003:

out of a long chain
in the middle, between earth
and post-production!

Ursula, 18 December 2003:

post… pm, post mortem,
post war, post office, post it…
-Now, where shall I start?

Graham Tritt, 17 May 2004:

Combination Haiku

Start at the outpost
where alone, unheard the bugs
shatter moon shadows

Jessica, 2 November 2004:

Shadows silence light
murmurring jazz, seducing
the mute mouth of day

astound, 9 December 2004:

Day is everyday
The sun and moon together
Oh! early morning…

astound, 9 December 2004:

Day is everyday
The moon and sun together
Oh! early morning…

astound, 9 December 2004:

Morning star shines bright!
Cold winters and warm summers,
Mysterious glow of grey moon

Stefan, 13 December 2004:

moon shadows slowly
fall down on the grey forest
the owl is howling

Franz, 11 January 2005:

How lingeringly
hangovers tell me these days
I’m no spring chicken.

Gerd, 20 January 2005:

chicken and gravy
left from yesterday’s dinner
now inseparable

Lily-Maria, 25 January 2005:

inseparable the sleet
as it to grey refuse
on the streets does flow!

John Bennett, 14 February 2005:

Flow fattened river,

Flood-bloated, death-glutted gush:

Sick as I, my blood.

Graham Tritt, 21 March 2005:

Bloody guts to spew
such ugly images - but
in filth grow flowers

A Matter Of Perspective, 3 April 2005:

Flowers are towers
for ants. Maybe we are ants
for someone out there.

Kohana Spurlock, 13 April 2005:

Old frogs-jump in
Water-splash
Ripples- move

FAM, 14 April 2005:

Gentle Reminder

There are those who’ve read
The rules; others write heart-felt
stuff and ignore them all.

A Drop Of Water On A Hot Stone, 20 April 2005:

A cold tear falling
onto a burning heart can’t
stop the bitter pain.

Franz, 22 April 2005:

Less Gentle Reminder

Pain’s what I feel when
stuff’s posted by folk who don’t
read the effing rules…

Fam, 22 April 2005:

Rules: proper haiku
(5/7/5), last word must
be in next first line!

Well I never! ;), 26 April 2005:

‘Toe the line or scram!’
-Nice way to treat you guests, FAM!
You’ve got a point, though…

luvccritters2, 4 May 2005:

Though here I am new
I wonder what i am to do
words, stresses,syllables or what

haiku-expert, 10 October 2005:

First five syllables,
then seven in the next line
and five in the last.

haiku-expert continued, 10 October 2005:

Take a word of the
third line of the last haiku
to start the next one.

easy, 10 October 2005:

Next thing you know, you
can’t stop writing haikus and
counting syllables…

Waster, 10 October 2005:

Counting the days till
our time would come, I wasted
many golden years.

Tomos Todd, 11 October 2005:

Two years this has been
Going on for now, back then
It started with Each

kiydds, 11 November 2005:

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Martin Ammann, 15 November 2005:

Only each letter
collects dust on its word-shelf,
for few find this link

, 16 November 2005:

Will I ever find
the place where the meaning lies
I seek all the time

Boris Kaiser, 16 November 2005:

Will I ever find
the place where the meaning lies
I seek all my life

Doris, 1 January 2006:

life or time, is it?
whatever, it is finite,
whatever they say.

Kartheek, 7 March 2006:

Eyes i looked into

Why did not you look back?

“Because my looks could kill”

Kartheek, 7 March 2006:

Eyes i looked into

Why did not you look back?

“Because my looks could kill”

Kartheek, 7 March 2006:

Eyes i looked into

Why did not you look back?

“Because my looks could kill”

cassidy, 4 May 2006:

“Go kill that toad, boy!”
The rain has driven them out
into the open