(Ahem; that stands for Blank Space Haiku, of course.)
Oxyjen, Feb. 22, 2009
Ode to an Oversized WIP:
Corpulent beastie
I fear your creeping bloat-ass
Stop stuffing your face
Dead Dishwasher
If we bought Maytag
instead of mayfly, we'd have
time to know you well
Farewell, dishwasher
May you reincarnate as
a Hummer next time
Buying a Condo in Springtime
Feed upon the flesh
of subprime mortgage corpses
We're proud to be ghouls
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PJD's latest challenge:
Form a haiku with the words "Try an allergist" 26/01/2009
"try an allergist"
it's become my new motto
new mottos... how bourgeois
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Sepiru Chris's response:
Try an allergist...
They clean the hard to reach teeth.
The Crocodile smirks.
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OxyJen's response:
"Try an allergist"
Is a really tricky prompt
You're a crafty one
Will this undo me?
Will PJD laugh at me?
No--I must prevail
*deep breath*
Surgeons are stringy
For a tender cut of meat
Try an allergist
From OxyJen, 23/01/2009
The good-deed Goblin
Pleased mighty McKoala
And earned a gold star
From OxyJen, 22/01/2009
Yeah, once more, Asshole.
Pull that fire alarm for the
laughs. We just love it.
From Sepiru Chris, 21/01/2009
Explanation for delayed responses:
My prolixity
slowed creativity; my
brain froze shut in fear.
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Usefulness of big words (in two parts):
(Part 1)
Floccinaucini-
hilipilification
so big it just fit.
(Part 2)
Don't estimate as
worthless. Utility is
always in our mind.
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Rules for making Haiku:
1: Five syllables.
2: Write seven more for fun.
3. Repeat 1. Done.
From PJD, 21/01/2009
(Response to OxyJen's poem from 20/01/2009)
those poor engineers
they're easily terrified
by girls and sunlight
From OxyJen, 21/01/2009
Humble scientist
Struggle to hear the cadence
Of reality
Worship the beauty
In your oddball, nebbish way
Resolve this fine view
From OxyJen, 20/01/2009
I spent this morning
Terrifying engineers.
They're cute when they're small
From PJD, 19/01/2009
pistols at sunrise
are for cowardly sissies
haiku duels take guts
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OxyJen's response:
But I'm such a yutz!
You people are, like, artistes.
Still. You're on, buddy.
From OxyJen, 19/01/2009
Marsupial claws
Tip-tap outside my thin door
I sweat as I type
The claws are silent
But the silence is pregnant
Hear it listening
From OxyJen, 18/01/2009
All socked in, fog-bound
No chores, no demands, grey day
Good time to sleep in
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The pearl of the sky
Turns blue after three days' fog
The city lights up
From OxyJen, 16/01/2009
Beer-y fragrance wafts
Smell that tang of thriving life?
Please take out the trash
From PJD, 07/01/2009
it's three word wednesday
pit your haiku against mine
do you have the guts?
OxyJen's response to the above challenge:
You don't want to see
my guts stand and deliver.
Not a pretty sight.
From Virginia Lady, 07/01/2009
I don't do Haiku
But you can certainly write
Good B S Haiku
From Ello, 06/01/2009
I have no
Good haiku for you
Only bad
hee hee
From OxyJen, 04/01/2009
It's snowing again
Are you certain I can't whine?
My toes are chilly
Seriously, did
we forget to pay a bill?
More snow. Lots of it
It's like someone took
Frosty's name in vain, and now
his mom is pissed off
