The Haiku Gem
i wish each of my haikus
to be a facet of the
diamond and a hundred haikus
its hundred facets clamouring
to let your heart shine
i wish each of my haikus
to be the lustrious taut petal
of the sacred pink lotus
and twenty of my haikus
that elegant spread
that holds up the
goodness of day
as each second unfolds
the loving touch of the sun
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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fruitless of thinking
about what we used to be
when we are away
haiku by Mario Benedetti from New Haikus' Corner (Nuevo Rincón de Haikus) (2008), translated by Dan Costinaş
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a pessimist is
nothing but an optimist
very well informed
haiku by Mario Benedetti from Haikus' Corner (Rincón de Haikus) (1999), translated by Dan Costinaş
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Whooooo, dropped a box
Of haikus on my foot, whoooooo
Those painful haikus
haiku by Ken e Hall
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When I shut my eyes
then open them everything
has already changed
haiku by Mario Benedetti from Haikus' Corner (Rincón de Haikus) (1999), translated by Dan Costinaş
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the worst for echo
is always repeating the
same stupidities
haiku by Mario Benedetti from Haikus' Corner (Rincón de Haikus) (1999), translated by Dan Costinaş
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the butterfly
will remember forever
that she was a worm
haiku by Mario Benedetti from Haikus' Corner (Rincón de Haikus) (1999), translated by Dan Costinaş
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what is learned and what
is taught in the double bed
are wholly priceless
haiku by Mario Benedetti from Haikus' Corner (Rincón de Haikus) (1999), translated by Dan Costinaş
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blockade / alzheimer /
hiroshima / nato / aids /
it wasn't a good century
haiku by Mario Benedetti from Haikus' Corner (Rincón de Haikus) (1999), translated by Dan Costinaş
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Because Of Me
because of me you begin to write poetry
some haikus
and more haikus are coming still
from what you have actually seen
in the river
in the pond
the geese
the leaf sinking
those little things
the worms
and cocoons
because of you i also learned how to read poetry
long enough
for the hours to become so huge
and i was scared by its big mouth
and long slimy tongue
and i stand before it
and let myself be
swallowed
whole
it is dark inside the hours
but my heart was like the sun
shining brightly
at midnight
because of us we have become complete
we have become new breeds
now eating poetry
for breakfast
and lunch
and perhaps, on the next coming days
dinner too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Haikus aren’t to me..
Either prose or poetry!
They’re games… don’t you see?
haiku by David Whalen
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Honorable Poet Haiku:
your haikus are so sad and lifeless
we suggest you try harakiri
haiku by Raj Arumugam
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Tired of Rhyming Poems
Tired of rhyming pomes
Going to do something,
Different.
Maybe a free verse,
Maybe a sonnet
Maybe a concrete
No, I know what to do now.
When poems get boring,
You turn to haikus.
poem by Sarah Gray
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All our resolutions
My new years resolution
And this time
I’m gonna’ hold fast
Is to write no more haikus! ! !
(and like ALL our new years resolutions…
How long ya think this one’s gonna last?)
poem by David Whalen
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I Am Glad
i am glad
i do not have winters
if i had
i could have written more
painful haikus.
if i had
i could have saved more silence
enough for me to
muster more solitude
enough for me to
die slowly in blissful silence
like a snowflake slowly melting in the warmth of your palm.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Li Po And Sappho
Li Po knew
He was the greatest
Living poet in China;
He liked to drink
And fondly gaze at the moon.
A million poems
And haikus later,
No one greater since
Has arrived.
I hope,
In the mystical universe,
He gets to meet Sappho
Who is the greatest poet
That has ever been,
Even though most of her poems
Have been cruelly destroyed by men
Who thought kisses
Shouldn’t be that gentle.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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A Minor Bird
i tune up my brain
each morn
in the chirps of birds
filling out blanks
as to what they are saying
a prayer?
reliving
yesterday's adventures?
the spot where they had hit gold
with worms?
from (or to) my slumberland
come poems
haikus, senryus
as i count syllables
each bird
tries out in its song
far and near
in so many ways
they chirp
plain notes,
broken notes
syncopated notes
improvised gems
some so skillful
i think
they are trumpeting
their way
up the evolution chain
to become finer
creatures than homo sapiens
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Hang On Your IQ
Chinese masseuse,
comes between us talks in haikus,
plastic venus.
Got a headrush,
in her pocket two rubbers two lubes,
and a silver rocket.
Hang on,
hang onto your IQ,
to your ID hang on,
hang on to your IQ,
to your ID I'm lonely Every morning,
my eyes will open wide I gotta get high,
before I go outside.
Roll another,
for breakfast burning clouds around,
and in my solar plexus.
Hang on,
hang on to your IQ,
to your ID hang on,
hang on to your IQ,
to your ID I'm lonely Legs eleven,
makes me stay up late two fat ladies on my back,
and now it's 88.
I'm a fool,
whose tool is small it's so miniscule,
it's no tool at all.
Hang on,
hang on to your IQ,
to your ID hang on,
hang on I'm lonely Oh
song performed by by Placebo
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One Hundred Thousand Marching
One hundred thousand marching
One hundred thousand men
One hundred thousand heading
To a place and a time when
One hundred thousand dying
One hundred thousand cold
One hundred thousand praying
Forever young and never old
One hundred thousand lives were lost
One hundred thousand felt the pain
One hundred thousand maimed and slaughtered
And yet those armies march again.
poem by David Keig
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A Hundred Times Over
A hundred times over words have flowed through my fingers to the keys
A hundred times over I have released the freedom that is in my mind,
A hundred times over I have become one with my inter most longing,
A hundred times over I have taken a journey to show you my own world.
A hundred times over I have written of pain and life, of sorrow and joy,
A hundred times over I have used my art to show you what's in my mind
A hundred times over again I will show you.
A hundred times over I have cried for those, whose names are untold,
A hundred times over I have showed you their pain.
A hundred times over I have become their connection to you,
A hundred times over I have showed you the beauty of our world,
A hundred times over I have taken you somewhere you may never see,
A hundred times over my words have screamed the horror of darkness,
A hundred times over I have sung to you the beauty of light,
A hundred times over I have taken your hand to lead you to a new place
A hundred time over I have written for those who have no words to write
A hundred times over I have tried to show truth in a world of lies,
A hundred times over I have have tried to show the world's beauty,
A hundred times over again I will lead down these paths,
A hundred times over and over again I will show you reality,
A hundred times over and over again I shall show you my world,
A hundred times over and over again until you have memorised truth,
A hundred times over again until you can repeat what I have told,
A hundred times over again shall I create an art of words, time, of life.
A hundred times over again I shall do this,
A hundred times over again.
A hundred times over.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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(That's What You Get) For Lovin' Me
That's what you get for loving me
That's what you get for loving me
Everything we had is gone, you can see
That's what you get for loving me
Now don't you shed a tear for me
I ain't the love you thought I'd be
I've had a hundred just like you
But don't be blue I'll have a thousand before I'm through
That's what you get for loving me
That's what you get for loving me
Everything we had is gone, you can see
That's what you get for loving me
Now there you go, you're cryin' again
You should have known how things would end
But then some day when your poor heart is on the mend
I just might pass this way again
That's what you get for loving me
That's what you get for loving me
Everything we had is gone, you can see
That's what you get for loving me
That's what you get for loving me
That's what you get for loving me
Everything we had is gone, you can see
That's what you get for loving me
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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