'tis The Season

[Mazrocon]

Hey guys,

Have you ever heard of haiku poems? For those that don't know it's a japanese poem with 3 unrhymed lines of 5,7 and 5 syllables. It's traditionally a natural theme, not necessarily having a deep meaning. The challenge of haiku is to create a mental image in your head, decently descriptive. With only using 3 short lines. Anyways i've been getting really into them! I've known about them for like 2 weeks now but it wasn't 'till 2 nights ago that it really started kicking off. I made a few before I went to bed but I couldn't stop writing more in my head. I stayed up 'till 5:30 in the morning and went I went to bed I was still thinking of more. But the good news is that I now have some 69 haiku's

Here are my christmas themed ones, happy holidays!!

Driving late at night,

Faint whispers and a white sky,

Snowmen everywhere

Red and green decor,

White flakes of snow set the mood,

Jolly 'till next year

Joyfull morning and

Crumbs leading to the chimney,

A glow in their eyes

It's snowing heavy

Outside in the cold, but joy

Keeps me winter warm

Red and white ribbons

Of sweet delight, hanging there

Next to ornaments

~TIMOTHY~

[Boff]

I wrote plenty of those a couple of years ago, just for fun. The good thing about them is that they are so easy to make

I didn't know that you can't rhyme though, or any of that "not deep"-stuff.

[Lazz]

'Easy' is certainly not a word I'd choose for the haiku challenge.

These are some favourites from my personal collection.

I am author of none.

I once had a dream:

Big house, new car, big money.

Now I play the bass.

Money’s everything.

Playing any gig that comes.

Whores, we are all whores.

The contractor calls.

Months of Andrew Lloyd Webber.

“Bird Lives” no longer!

Pit orchestra gig;

Days and nights become as one.

I have no damned life.

Bad intonation.

Strings are sharp and reeds are flat.

Brass too loud again.

Squeaking and squawking,

All eyes roll to the heavens.

The clarinet speaks.

Here’s the girl singer

Stepping to the microphone.

Pitch, time, all gone now.

Gig is going well.

Asshole requests “In the Mood.”

I look at my watch.

Great changes, good groove:

A one-in-a-million gig.

No singer. Yippee!

“I can’t find my note,”

Bemoans the confused singer.

“Quit now,” we all pray.

Rock drummer, lounge keys,

Classically trained singer:

Welcome to sub hell!

That plate of hors d'oeuvres

Cost more than we're getting paid.

Think we underbid?

My drummer helped me

Count the syllables

In this haiku.

Checking out women.

High stages, plunging necklines:

Great combination.

New Year's revelers:

Here's hoping the stroke of twelve

Sends you the hell home.

Solo pianist,

Freed from all constraints of form,

Heedlessly mangles.

Jazz nymphs crowd bandstand

Offering carnal delights.

My alarm clock rings.

I'm sending a sub.

But don't worry, he'll be fine;

He's fresh from rehab.

[Mazrocon]

I wrote plenty of those a couple of years ago, just for fun. The good thing about them is that they are so easy to make

I didn't know that you can't rhyme though, or any of that "not deep"-stuff.

Well that's what I read, whenever I rhyme it throws it off. The "not deep" stuff, well not neccesarily. It can have a deep meaning, but alot of the ones I read was like a peacefull country seen. But it can be whatever you want I like variety...

Lazz,

If you can get really into them, they can be quite easy. Atleast for me anyways... just gotta get the rhythm and feel for the poem

[neoism]

I once had a dream:

Big house, new car, big money.

Now I play the bass.

Hey Timmy,

this one by Lazz is the perfect example of What i wanted to convey in that other thread..!!

n Lazz, you are simply amazing..!!

[Mazrocon]

I once had a dream:

Big house, new car, big money.

Now I play the bass.

Money’s everything.

Playing any gig that comes.

Whores, we are all whores.

The contractor calls.

Months of Andrew Lloyd Webber.

“Bird Lives” no longer!

Pit orchestra gig;

Days and nights become as one.

I have no damned life.

Bad intonation.

Strings are sharp and reeds are flat.

Brass too loud again.

Squeaking and squawking,

All eyes roll to the heavens.

The clarinet speaks.

Here’s the girl singer

Stepping to the microphone.

Pitch, time, all gone now.

Gig is going well.

Asshole requests “In the Mood.”

I look at my watch.

Great changes, good groove:

A one-in-a-million gig.

No singer. Yippee!

“I can’t find my note,”

Bemoans the confused singer.

“Quit now,” we all pray.

Rock drummer, lounge keys,

Classically trained singer:

Welcome to sub hell!

That plate of hors d'oeuvres

Cost more than we're getting paid.

Think we underbid?

My drummer helped me

Count the syllables

In this haiku.

Checking out women.

High stages, plunging necklines:

Great combination.

New Year's revelers:

Here's hoping the stroke of twelve

Sends you the hell home.

Solo pianist,

Freed from all constraints of form,

Heedlessly mangles.

Jazz nymphs crowd bandstand

Offering carnal delights.

My alarm clock rings.

I'm sending a sub.

But don't worry, he'll be fine;

He's fresh from rehab.

A haiku can be about anything but I tend to favor the more 'nature' based haiku's. Having modern references makes it feel more like a lyric instead of a poem. I like poetry to take me somewhere else, if it has modern references I feel like it takes to where I already am. If you know what i'm saying...

~TIMOTHY~