The haiku form is wonderful, each a concise, three-line poem. They can rhyme, but usually don’t. The exacting structure is what sets it apart:
7 syllables
5 syllables
It doesn’t sound like much to work with, but it is. It stretches you, really gets the creative juices flowing. Haiku, be it funny or poignant, is one of my favorite literary forms. What follows is an example of how current and humorous haiku can be. I’ll share more in future entries.
Author Unknown
DEPRIVED
In Wal-Mart toy aisle
Wailing boy wants ‘rassling doll
Mama whups his rear
BEAUTY
Naked in repose
Silvery silhouette girls
Adorn my mudflaps
BLAZE
Distant siren screams
Dumbass Verne’s been playing with
Gasoline again
EXUBERANCE
Joyous, playful, bright
Trailer park girl rolls in puddle
Of old motor oil
ALONE
Seeking solitude
Carl’s sixth wife Tammy files for
Restraining order
DRAMA
Set the VCR
Dukes of Hazzard Marathon
On at 9 O’Clock
GATHERING
In the morning mist
Mama searches K-Mart for
Moon Pies and Red Man
REMEMBRANCE
My own dear Pappy’s
Final words on this Earth were
“Hey Fellers watch this”
COVERAGE
My families fame
Aunt Gert stabbed Uncle Bubba
Live on last weeks “COPS”
Please, oh, please I beg
If you know this work’s author
Drop me a line soon
These were actually penned by a Mortgage Banker friend of mine back in 2001 – I’ve lost touch with him. He was going to do them up in a book but don’t know if it happened. Last email addy I had was: pearse48@aol.com. Here was a really funny series he wrote:
HAIKU FROM CHURCH
DISCOMFORT
Burning sensation
Coming from my cloven hooves
In the vestibule
CACKLING
The wailing Blue Hair
Sounds just like Ethel Merman
With a speed problem
IMPENDING DOOM
Grumble from colon
The gas from 16 Guinness
Moves toward escape
TACTICAL STRIKE
My cheeks clenched in fear
Trying to time the blast with
The organs low notes
AFTERSHOCK
The wooden pew shakes
From the reverberation
Of cursed poo gas
PASSING BLAME
The accusing stare
From Girlfriend redirected
At the flying child
REVELATION
Woman 2 seats down
Confuses butt explosion
With Divine Message
PUTRID
Hellfire and Brimstone
Couldn’t smell nearly as bad
As horrid beer fart
BLASPHEMY
Daring damnation
I am hypnotized by the
Wonderful fun bags
WANDERING
My fantasy world
Goes into auto-pilot
Brought back by gas pains
INNOCENT VICTIM
“Mommy my eyes hurt”
is the cry from frightened lad
I start to chuckle
Oh, WONDERFUL! Thanks for letting me know, and for posting more! I’ll probably copy them to a new entry since it will go with the theme.
when I think blog friends
Gardenwife’s name arises
to the list’s top row
Brenda, I love it! You’re too kind.