Hi Ku Cat

[butters]

..
If I were a poet on this day of hearts,
if flowers grew in the dead of winter,
doves nested in your hair,
romantic play lists followed you around,
I wouldn't have to struggle so to tell you how I feel,
here in the frozen covid wilderness

when it comes to Love,
love,
that poet's mandate flies
full sail:
show, don't tell

you're at the helm
come hell or high water
with a kind hand on the wheel
and fresh pancakes for breakfast
steering us right

Happy Valentine's Day, mister

 

[butters]

winter news

his head's newsletter--
an almanac of whats
whens, wheres, currently delayed
due to weather

meantimes

his body's newsletter
lists a catalogue of aches
headlined in bright colours
of "OUCH!"

 

[HarryHill]

..
I wore it today,
that worn dark corduroy shirt
injured seam frayed in rust
colored thread of the prints
splashed like stains over hillbilly green;
the one you gave me when I said,
nice shirt.

Patched, washed, deployed.

 

[butters]

nice one, H x

 

[HarryHill]

..
A soft landing on the far side of fucking cold,
better.
a space ship docks beside casa pollo. Oh no!
There is a fine for row cover abuse.

 

[HarryHill]

..
Life has grown too concentrated, that is,
a way to explain those simple tasks,
the ones that provide for warmer days,
lazy days where the distilled labor of today
becomes the nectar sipped under star blessed summer nights,
and life becomes as clear as rainwater in the catch tank.

 

[Lyricalli]

I hope it's okay to break in and say that I found this one ^^^^ particularly lovely, Harry.

 

[HarryHill]

I hope it's okay to break in and say that I found this one ^^^^ particularly lovely, Harry.

..
You don't have to break in, door's always open. I was whinging about all the chores that come w/this time of year. I should start a commune, trade room and board for lawn and garden work and the chance to sample these beautiful hills, maybe an artist colony, crafts...

 

[todski28]

..
You don't have to break in, door's always open. I was whinging about all the chores that come w/this time of year. I should start a commune, trade room and board for lawn and garden work and the chance to sample these beautiful hills, maybe an artist colony, crafts...

if you can get it off the ground it sounds perfect, if they ever let anyone out of and into other countries id love to visit

 

[Lyricalli]

..
You don't have to break in, door's always open. I was whinging about all the chores that come w/this time of year. I should start a commune, trade room and board for lawn and garden work and the chance to sample these beautiful hills, maybe an artist colony, crafts...

Well, it was a lovely whinge, because I loved the bit where the chores pay off later, and you get to enjoy the fruits of your labor. That scene was as serene and warm as could be.

 

[HarryHill]

if you can get it off the ground it sounds perfect, if they ever let anyone out of and into other countries id love to visit

News is looking good on vaccine efficiency. There are some places here Tod, I swear I would pay money to fuck in them if I knew they were available for, um. fuckery.

Well, it was a lovely whinge, because I loved the bit where the chores pay off later, and you get to enjoy the fruits of your labor. That scene was as serene and warm as could be.

..
The way I garden has little to do with machinery, It's all fork work and any advantage poetry has on an idle mind engaged in the kata like repetitions of ground preparation is welcome, and ty

 

[butters]

he bends, grunts, sweats
worms dive for cover
winter's belly shrinks daily





Lyricalli, it's always great to see his writing appreciated and please post here as often as you like, poems or comments, all welcome!

 

[tinaharper]

I think haiku is strictly restricted to 3 lines and 17 syllables, but I may be wrong.

so, here's mine:

You are not my god or my deity.

So, this is for you,

Fu*k Society.


yeah, it's a little out there

 

[HarryHill]

I think haiku is strictly restricted to 3 lines and 17 syllables, but I may be wrong.

so, here's mine:

You are not my god or my deity.

So, this is for you,

Fu*k Society.


yeah, it's a little out there

..
From the lead post...

Minimalism in poetry can be likened to the Haiku form but not as structured.
Try to write a minimalist poem where each line forms a complete thought/image with the least amount of words. No line restrictions. talk all you want and have fun."]

There are considerable opinions on what constitutes haiku...

 

[butters]

I think haiku is strictly restricted to 3 lines and 17 syllables, but I may be wrong.

so, here's mine:

You are not my god or my deity.

So, this is for you,

Fu*k Society.


yeah, it's a little out there

"american haiku" is generally taught, initially, as 3 lines constituting 5-7-5 but that on its own, ignoring the other qualities required, doesn't make a haiku:

17 or fewer syllables over 1-3 lines

non-rhyming 'snapshot' drawing on natural elements rather than emotional language, using simplicity of wording rather than ornate choices

use something that denotes season (can be blossoms or snow or dried river bed, that kind of thing)

and all built around contrasting imagery to give depth to the poem by allowing the reader to consider the whys and wherefores and how they are actually linked. That's why 3 lines are most often chosen to teach haiku in the western world, lines 1 & 2 seeming far apart, line 3 bringing them together.

your piece is an in-your-face short and not at all out of place in this thread

 

[butters]

a definitely-not-a-ku short

4 years roll one to the next
white, blue, brown, golden
like forever and no time at all
high on the green hill
with you

here's to many more

 

[HarryHill]

"american haiku" is generally taught, initially, as 3 lines constituting 5-7-5 but that on its own, ignoring the other qualities required, doesn't make a haiku:

17 or fewer syllables over 1-3 lines

non-rhyming 'snapshot' drawing on natural elements rather than emotional language, using simplicity of wording rather than ornate choices

use something that denotes season (can be blossoms or snow or dried river bed, that kind of thing)

and all built around contrasting imagery to give depth to the poem by allowing the reader to consider the whys and wherefores and how they are actually linked. That's why 3 lines are most often chosen to teach haiku in the western world, lines 1 & 2 seeming far apart, line 3 bringing them together.

your piece is an in-your-face short and not at all out of place in this thread

..
There are considerable opinions on what constitutes haiku...
..
So evening, leave fresh turned earth in the non light,
pride and satisfaction behind row four,
stagger home poet gardener, a short day of prayer.
Blessed be the Earth, my love, my offering of sweat and supplication;
germinate baby, snap.

She cooks, after prayers, after careful choreography laughingly burned,
green chili and chicken enchiladas, taco sides;
no room for the pickled quail eggs gifted after gifting peas,
busted planting on a sleepy Sunday, finished together.
Onward we poet chefs.

Away you smug companions, full and satisfied,
a belch polite applause for excellence,
whiskey for a job well done, well favored, well lived.

 

[Lyricalli]

I love that last one, Harry. Partly because it's really lovely, and partly because I love fresh garden peas. Wasn't able to get them into the garden this year, but next year, there will be peas again. They're so damn satisfying.


For some reason, I felt like this thread was a good place for this one. Not a haiku, and just missed being a tanka.


"But one day I'll be gone
or one day you'll be gone"
-Jason Isbell, If We Were Vampires

Every time I hear that song
or sing along with you
sitting beside
a silent wish floats
out to the universe
that I'll go first

 

[todski28]

Yeah what calli said, Harry, unfortunately we agree a lot on poetry

 

[HarryHill]

..
Wash your hands in the good earth,
let blunt tendrils massage the knots from row sevens long sleep.
dress her in lawn clippings, press her w/peppers,
Drinks are on the house. Blue shots of go!
Walks across mown yards become miles.
Slowly the day gives all we can take,
grows dim as power fades,
a last thermonuclear gasp in the west,
imprinted on eyes full blown away.

 

[butters]

green bf's forever

bevy of tender pea-lin's on the chainlink fence
sweet and earnest, clasp their peers
lean pale new bonnets close to gossip
bright breezes set them dancing

 

[29wordsforsnow]

punctuation porn

his measures (her love):
6' tall; 20" broad; 8" in depth

 

[HarryHill]

..
Such a busy month, surprises,
Kucumber jelly, you really have no idea,
but probably guessed,
onward from last year,
covid be damned,
everything's planted.
I'm taking a break.
..
There will be flats of dragon eggs,
boiled, fried or pickled.
Outstanding luck.

 

[Piscator]

kale is a biennial
the over wintered plants
are going to seed
but the tomato transplants
are looking good

 

[HarryHill]

..
Oh funny Waterchild, runs through the garden,
broken, stumbling, Charlie Brown,
badminton racket held up high,
cartoon frames shown left then right,
chasing tiny white butterfly's
that lay the eggs that make the worm
that eat the Brassica grown so high
comical if it wasn't so sad.
..
Pieris rapae