BDSM Haiku

[Curious_in_Cali]

blanket pinned the hot
sun sweats and squirms out a light
orgasm of birds

 

[EbersMoll]

At first meek, dawn sounds
Rise and quicken until they
Reach a crescendo.

 

[minette05]

Land locked but soaring
Their duet piercing the air
He has her spellbound

 

[EbersMoll]

Whilst she's held captive
he pierces her singing
With brutal commands.

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

with musical dance
height of the tenor is helped
with the alto's weight

 

[SweetOblivion]

She only scorns him
and despises him because
male scum need these things

 

[EbersMoll]

Soprano sweetness
Rewards the right baritone
With mixed melodies.

 

[minette05]

She waits quietly
Furtive glances seeking Him
His silence like ice

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

a warm restless tongue
drooling at journeys to find
chill sticks of dry ice

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

The Poem Human
Body writes refrains ending
with couplets of feet.

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

Love's the only room
where you can get completely
lost while standing still.

 

[Collar_N_Cuffs]

Love's the only room
where you can get completely
lost while standing still.

I would disagree
I've seen brainless and crazy
get lost in a blink!

 

[EbersMoll]

Can't the smallest room
Seem to be a continent
To the masked, bound, man?

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

I would disagree
I've seen brainless and crazy
get lost in a blink!

The truly crazy
are never lost they just laugh
when they are found out.

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

A single step is
more than a journey to the
man who has no legs.

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

If you keep looking
for that kinky tail, someday
it's bound to be free.

 

[EbersMoll]

Though the kinky tail
May be a key plot device
In a kinky tale.

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

Once upon a tie
me up in knots leaves one in
critical suspense.

 

[EbersMoll]

How lovely it is
To be bound up completely
By such a tight plot.

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

History is our
prelude to what we will right
with together pens.

 

[MilkFountain]

Te remind you . . .

I would like to shout:

Haiku has three requirements:

1.) There are three lines.

2.) They MUST have:
5 syllables
7 syllables
5 syllables
. . . respectively.

2.) a season MUST be mentioned directly or implied. Such as the mention of dying leaves is fall, a frozen bird is winter, a budding branch is spring and waving wheat is summer.

HAIKU is a Fine Art, not a casual plaything.

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

It's so very true
that many playthings like to
shout it out.

Welcome.

 

[Collar_N_Cuffs]

I would like to shout:

Haiku has three requirements:

1.) There are three lines.

2.) They MUST have:
5 syllables
7 syllables
5 syllables
. . . respectively.

2.) a season MUST be mentioned directly or implied. Such as the mention of dying leaves is fall, a frozen bird is winter, a budding branch is spring and waving wheat is summer.

HAIKU is a Fine Art, not a casual plaything.

What about the cut?
Huh? No juxtaposition?
Your words, they lack warmth.

 

[MilkFountain]

Rebuttal, elucidation, completion . . .

What about the cut?
Huh? No juxtaposition?
Your words, they lack warmth.

You are like the cook who, to save money and time, instead of thinly slicing the onions in rounds, steaming them until reduced to a transparent sludge, machine chops and oil sautées the onions to make (faux) Boeuf Bourguignon and then proudly serves the dish, shamelessly pronouncing that name over it.

(I did forget to add one other INDISPENSABLE REQUIREMENT of a Haiku: the final line must be an enlightening surprise, one that produces an !AHA! and transforms the reader . . . not an obvious, expected result of the contrasting juxtaposition of the first two premises.)

EXAMPLE: part way down this page, Ebersmol wrote two attempts at creating haiku, one far from deserving of that name, the other closer:

Whilst she's held captive
he pierces her singing (SIX SYLLABLES!)
With brutal commands.

Perhaps Better:
Whilst she's held captive
He shatters her sad song's strains . . .


With brutal commands


Followed by, and far better, including a mention of spring or summer in the word "warm"

At first meek, dawn sounds
Rise and quicken until they
Reach a crescendo.

That presumptuously I played with:

"Dawn's sounds meekly chirp
Quicken, cherry blossoms shouting . . .


Piercing the heavens"


Dear READER, take this haiku by Basho, written in the 18th century, translated by me from Japanese, as a good, valid and enlightening tribute to the form (pause after the second line, reflecting, as you should do with all haiku, to wait a bit before reading the third.)

Frog from lily pad
leaps joyous into the air

Ker-plop, watersplash!

(Lilly pads blossom only in the spring.)

Now, let's see if I can produce a BDSM haiku . . .

What said the Sadist
When Masochists begged for more?

Slyly, said he, "No!"

Collar-and-cuffs,
Not singling you out, but my comment was a reflection of my impatience with casual attempts at appearing erudite and creative. Your words lack respect for an art form that requires deep introspection and broad consciousness of all aspects of the surrounding world.

 

[Collar_N_Cuffs]

Precisely . . . a reflection of my impatience with cute, low-class attempts at appearing erudite and creative. Your words lack respect for an art form that requires deep introspection and broad consciousness of all aspects of the surrounding world.

You are like the cook who, to save money and time, instead of thinly slicing the onions in rounds, steaming them until reduced to a transparent sludge, machine chops and oil sautées the onions to make Boeuf Bourguignon and then proudly serves the dish, shamelessly pronouncing that name over it.

(I did forget to add one other INDISPENSABLE REQUIREMENT of a Haiku: the final line must be an enlightening surprise, one that produces an !AHA! and transforms the reader . . . not an obvious, expected result of the contrasting juxtaposition of the first two premises.)

EXAMPLE: part way down this page, Ebersmol wrote two attempts a haiku, one far from deserving of that name, the other closer:

Whilst she's held captive
he pierces her singing (6 syllables!)
With brutal commands.

This could have been an honest attempt, thus:

Whilst she's held captive
He shatters her loving song

With brutal commands

And better:

"At first meek, dawn sounds
Rise and quicken until they
Reach a crescendo."

But . . .

(Far better, including a mention of spring or summer in the word "warm"

Dawn sounds warming meek
Rise and quicken until they

Blare in crescendo.

Dear READER, take this haikuby Basho, written in the 18th century, translated by me from Japanese, as a good, valid and enlightening tribute to the form (pause, reflecting, as you should do with all haiku, after the second line, waiting a bit before reading the third.)

Frog from lilly pad
leaps joyous into the air

Ker-plop, watersplash!

(Lilly pads blossom only in the spring.)

Now, let's see if I can produce a BDSM haiku . . .

What said the Sadist
When Masochist begged for more?

Slyly, said he, "No!"

Some people are more into the fun, happy side of this site, and life, and less so the anal retentive part (though that's obviously popular here as well). And I would rather read all of the HORRENDOUS DRIVEL people have written here in an honest attempt at fun than your pedantic, negative lectures. Take it to the general board.