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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 5:06 am
by Dread Poet Jethro
These are the birth pangs
While they are called "contractions"
They are not shortened!
Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 2:43 pm
by deer of the dawn
They are not shortened
Time itself will have its time
Reward after pain.
Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 5:48 pm
by Dread Poet Jethro
Reward after pain
Reinforce masochism
What a warped concept
Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 10:36 pm
by Zenlunatic
What a warped concept
Playing this Haiku game is
Complete waste of time
Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 10:56 pm
by ussusimiel
Complete waste of time.
All illusion anyway.
Poetic justice.
Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 12:25 am
by Dread Poet Jethro
Poetic justice
Dealt from the point of my quill
Will write what is wrong
Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 1:09 am
by ussusimiel
Will write what is wrong.
Wil rong wat iz rite. Is this
Pr'saic injustice?
Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 9:59 am
by deer of the dawn
Pr'saic injustice?
Is anything prosaic
about suffering?
Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 10:42 am
by Shaun das Schaf
about suffering?
winter in the dead of heart
blossoms resilience
Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 3:27 pm
by ussusimiel
Blooms resilience.
Endurance brightly flowers.
Purple crocuses.
[EDIT 1: to change second line, but Zenlunatic was in so quickly it became an edit.]
[EDIT 2: meant to say that I adjusted Shaun's last line to fix the syllable count. These things don't bother me overmuch but they drive some people to distraction 
so it's best to be gentle with their sensibilities.]
Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 3:30 pm
by Zenlunatic
Purple crocuses
What the hell is going on
I don't like flowers
Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 6:50 am
by Shaun das Schaf
I don't like flowers
Trampled into muddy earth
Go light, bare of foot
Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 9:53 am
by deer of the dawn
Go light, bare of foot
and open of eye, ear, heart
tread lightly the earth
Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 12:37 pm
by Shaun das Schaf
Tread lightly the earth
Listen now, life’s orchestra
The open-eared dance
Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 2:22 pm
by ussusimiel
The open-eared dance.
The Zen of one Lunatic
drowns in hippy honey.
The open-eared dance.
The Zen of one Lunatic
hippy honey drowns.
[EDIT: to fix syllable count 
]
Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 9:16 pm
by Zenlunatic
drowns in hippy honey
oh my that unfettered fruit
assails my taste buds
Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 8:56 pm
by deer of the dawn
assails my taste buds
baked squash with honey butter
sound pretty good now
Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 9:19 pm
by Linna Heartbooger
Sound pretty good now:
("resilliance"- four
or three)
Peace, ussusimiel.
[Edit: For irony, I'm not certain how many syllables "ussusmiel" is. 
In the case of three syllables, my haiku should replace "Peace" with "Blush not".]
Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 11:24 pm
by ussusimiel
ussusimiel
never checked proper pron. in
the Obscure Words Thread.
Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 6:16 am
by Savor Dam
The obscure words thread
Themselves on my tongue, building
Vocabulary