He writes poems!
That should cheer dull hours
Of talks on iron ore tariffs.
17? I can't see 17.
8 as far as "hours" and 8 more thereafter;
Kindly show me where I'm missing the 17th.
Ta.
He writes poems! -- 4 syllables
That should cheer dull hours -- 5 syllables
Of talks on iron ore tariffs. -- 8 syllables
Cream, eggwhite, lemon, sugar and wine -- 1 syllabub
--
John Dean
Oxford
> aquachimp wrote:
>> taken from:
>> http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/europe/meet-haiku-herman-will-europe-make-him-a-very-famous-belgian-1820404.html
>>
>>
>> He writes poems!
>>
>> That should cheer dull hours
>>
>> Of talks on iron ore tariffs.
>>
>> 17? I can't see 17.
>>
>> 8 as far as "hours" and 8 more thereafter;
>>
>> Kindly show me where I'm missing the 17th.
>>
>> Ta.
>
> He writes poems! -- 4 syllables
Is that wri-ites or poy-ems?
--
Online waterways route planner: http://canalplan.org.uk
development version: http://canalplan.eu
So it's pronounced po-ems?
If singular, is it also a po-em?
>
> That should cheer dull hours -- 5 syllables
>
> Of talks on iron ore tariffs. -- 8 syllables
>
> Cream,
Understood.
>eggwhite
My spell checker prefers egg white, or egg-white
> lemon, sugar
Why are these not 2 each?
>and wine
Yes, 1 each, understood. --
>1 syllabub
Doesn't "dessert" also have 2 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syllabub,
or are you calling it "food"?
Syllable?
> --
> John Dean
> Oxford
--
Ray
UK
It's not just the total of 17 syllables but that they should be split 5-7-5
among the lines. The quoted example definitely does not qualify.
Here is my contribution to the world of scientific haiku:
The great danger of
hydrogen cyanide is
not to be sniffed at.
--
ξ:) Proud to be curly
Interchange the alphabetic letter groups to reply
Nitpickers like to point out that
A true haiku must
Relate always in some way
To Mother Nature
All other poems in 5-7-5 format are "senryu." Since I've never met
anyone who knows what "senryu" means, I too ignore the distinction in
everyday discourse.
So okay, is the 5-7-5 above a haiku?
--
Bob Lieblich
Who has no idea
Of course. "Po-im" is the only pronunciation in the NSOED, and "po-
@m" is the only one in the AHD and the dictionary.com unabridged
(based on the RHUD). M-W gives both and "pome"--is that the one you
have in mind?
--
Jerry Friedman
Since we're not in Brooklyn, the latter.
--
John Dean
Oxford
"Poem" when I say it is not "pome" ("pome" has a different "o"). But
it's no more two syllables than "Oy" is.
Perhaps not. Perhaps I'm mixing my languages. I had put the oe in
poem as one sound. Pome on the other hand looks to me like pom with an
added e making it pom-e (e as the sound of a in ape)
> --
> Jerry Friedman
It's hard to imagine a single-syllable pronunciation of 'poem' that doesn't
sound like 'pome'.
What *does* it sound like?
--
John Dean
Oxford
For me;
A bit like beginning with a P sound, followed by a long O merging into
an almost silent E, which is a bit like the A in loam so that they do
not sound like separate syllables before ending in the Mmm
Pome is any fruit with its seeds surrounded by a hard endocarp; the apple is the
canonical example....
If you pronounce "poem" that way, you're also constrained to say "pote" for the
person who writes it, "po-tree" for the general class of literature, and
"po-tick" as the adjective describing such literature....r
--
A pessimist sees the glass as half empty.
An optometrist asks whether you see the glass
more full like this?...or like this?
Is the subject-matter restriction about Nature, or is it (as I was told) that
there must be a reference to the season?...
Tarragon, basil,
Rosemary, oregano;
It's herb garden thyme.
Constrained! Pah! I can be quite flexible (-;
You mean the "Relate" one? Nope. It relates to rules.
Parking lot tree shade
Sun slipping south from summer
Moved just out of range.
--
Frank ess
Should it---------------------------------------2
Then not be-----------------------------------3
Written to look like------ ------------------5
A Fibonacci style sequence?----------8
I fall foul of rules;
Some are swift to chide, others
Spring to my defence.
Is that seasonal enough?
--
James
Aherm!
I'll try that again;
Should it
Then not be
Written to look like
Almost a Fibonacci.
Well, erm, since there are 4 seasons...
>
> --
> James
Ever heard of global warming?
--
James
> aquachimp filted:
>>
>>On Nov 14, 5:07=A0pm, Jerry Friedman <jerry_fried...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>>> On Nov 14, 5:49=A0am, aquachimp <aquach...@aquachimp.freeserve.co.uk>
>>> wrote:
>>>
>>> > So it's pronounced po-ems?
>>> > If singular, is it also a po-em?
>>>
>>> Of course. =A0"Po-im" is the only pronunciation in the NSOED, and "po-
>>> @m" is the only one in the AHD and the dictionary.com unabridged
>>> (based on the RHUD). =A0M-W gives both and "pome"--is that the one you
>>> have in mind?
>>
>>Perhaps not. Perhaps I'm mixing my languages. I had put the oe in poem
>>as one sound. Pome on the other hand looks to me like pom with an added
>>e making it pom-e (e as the sound of a in ape)
>
> Pome is any fruit with its seeds surrounded by a hard endocarp; the
> apple is the canonical example....
...but only God can make a tree.
--
Roland Hutchinson
He calls himself "the Garden State's leading violist da gamba,"
... comparable to being ruler of an exceptionally small duchy.
--Newark (NJ) Star Ledger ( http://tinyurl.com/RolandIsNJ )
Yes, it then changed into Climate Change. Though we might now get to
have 4 seasons in one the leaves on the trees remain to be either
going, gone, coming back or darkened in their maturity.
>
> --
> James
> aquachimp filted:
>>
>>On Nov 14, 5:07=A0pm, Jerry Friedman <jerry_fried...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>>> On Nov 14, 5:49=A0am, aquachimp <aquach...@aquachimp.freeserve.co.uk>
>>> wrote:
>>>
>>> > So it's pronounced po-ems?
>>> > If singular, is it also a po-em?
>>>
>>> Of course. =A0"Po-im" is the only pronunciation in the NSOED, and "po-
>>> @m" is the only one in the AHD and the dictionary.com unabridged
>>> (based on the RHUD). =A0M-W gives both and "pome"--is that the one you
>>> have in mind?
>>
>>Perhaps not. Perhaps I'm mixing my languages. I had put the oe in
>>poem as one sound. Pome on the other hand looks to me like pom with an
>>added e making it pom-e (e as the sound of a in ape)
>
> Pome is any fruit with its seeds surrounded by a hard endocarp; the apple is the
> canonical example....
It's not a word I've ever heard I don't think. How is it pronounced -
to rhyme with "home"?
I don't say "poem" to rhyme with "home". I do say it as a single
syllable, in the same way that coin is, but I say it with the vowel of
"oy" surrounded by 'p' and 'm'.
> If you pronounce "poem" that way, you're also constrained to say "pote" for the
> person who writes it, "po-tree" for the general class of literature, and
> "po-tick" as the adjective describing such literature....r
But I do say "po-et" etc. If I was to be constrained it would be to
"poyt" not to "pote", but luckily I'm not.
I knew him when he was the greenhouse effect.
>Yes, it then changed into Climate Change. Though we might now get to
>have 4 seasons in one the leaves on the trees remain to be either
>going, gone, coming back or darkened in their maturity.
Four seasons in one day,
Lying in the depths of your imagination;
Worlds above and worlds below,
Sunshine's on the black clouds hanging over the domain.
Even when you're feeling warm,
The temperature could drop away,
Like four seasons in one day.
(probably written by a Kiwi named Finn but I don't have the
appropriate reference handy)
-GAWollman
--
Garrett A. Wollman | What intellectual phenomenon can be older, or more oft
wol...@bimajority.org| repeated, than the story of a large research program
Opinions not shared by| that impaled itself upon a false central assumption
my employers. | accepted by all practitioners? - S.J. Gould, 1993
There are those in Scotland who _do_ say "poyt" and "poytry", including
that famous woman poet with the stupid voice. On reflection, several
poets of both sexes and various nationalities have stupid voices...
--
Mike.
No, it's a senryu, because, though it could be argued (by a good
lawyer--I know just the man) to refer to Nature, it doesn't so much as
hint at a season of the year.
--
Mike.
[...]
> No, it's a senryu, because, though it could be argued (by a good
> lawyer--I know just the man) to refer to Nature, it doesn't so much as
> hint at a season of the year.
Not to spoil the fun, but there is a rather clear and complete definition
and discussion of Haiku at, yes, our old friend Wikipedia:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haiku
between the two parts.
A haiku traditionally contains a kigo, a defined word or phrase which
symbolizes or implies the season of the poem.
It requires a 5-7-5 syllable pattern, with each line being a natural
speaking unit. It should contain a "kigo", a word (or phrase) that
"symbolizes or implies the season of the poem." It also wants a
"kireji"--a "cutting word"--which has no exact definition in English:
In English-language haiku and hokku, as well as in translations of such
verses into this language, kireji may be represented by punctuation
(typically by a dash or an ellipsis), an exclamatory particle (such as
'how...'), or simply left unmarked.
Make of that what you will.
The three a.m. wind
rattles the icy trash cans
in the dark city.
--
Cordially,
Eric Walker, Owlcroft House
http://owlcroft.com/english/
If a poet of both sexes didn't have a stupid voice, I'd be quite
surprised.
--
Regards,
Chuck Riggs,
An American who lives near Dublin, Ireland and usually spells in BrE
>Prai Jei wrote:
>>
>> aquachimp set the following eddies spiralling through the space-time
>> continuum:
>>
>> > taken from:
>> >
>> http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/europe/meet-haiku-herman-will-europe-make-him-a-very-famous-belgian-1820404.html
>> >
>> >
>> > He writes poems!
>> >
>> > That should cheer dull hours
>> >
>> > Of talks on iron ore tariffs.
>> >
>> > 17? I can't see 17.
>> >
>> > 8 as far as "hours" and 8 more thereafter;
>> >
>> > Kindly show me where I'm missing the 17th.
>> >
>> > Ta.
>>
>> It's not just the total of 17 syllables but that they should be split 5-7-5
>> among the lines. The quoted example definitely does not qualify.
>>
>> Here is my contribution to the world of scientific haiku:
>> The great danger of
>> hydrogen cyanide is
>> not to be sniffed at.
>
>Nitpickers like to point out that
>
Fortunately, there are no nitpickers in alt.usage.english. They must
all be in that other group.
>A true haiku must
>Relate always in some way
>To Mother Nature
>
>All other poems in 5-7-5 format are "senryu." Since I've never met
>anyone who knows what "senryu" means, I too ignore the distinction in
>everyday discourse.
>
>So okay, is the 5-7-5 above a haiku?
--
> >>> Is that seasonal enough?
> >>
> >> Well, erm, since there are 4 seasons...
> >
> > Ever heard of global warming?
>
> I knew him when he was the greenhouse effect.
That was before he married to a global pandemic.
> Parking lot tree shade
> Sun slipping south from summer
> Moved just out of range.
Ponty, last summer.
Spaces in shade were reserved,
Blocked off using cones.
--
ξ:) Proud to be curly
Interchange the alphabetic letter groups to reply
> Frank ess set the following eddies spiralling through the space-time
> continuum:
>
> > Parking lot tree shade
> > Sun slipping south from summer
> > Moved just out of range.
>
> Ponty, last summer.
> Spaces in shade were reserved,
> Blocked off using cones.
rain-soaked & mud-stained
super typhoons run amuck
summer of oh nine
Maybe all hermaphroditic poets have funny voices. I never knowingly
heard one.
--
Robin
(BrE)
Herts, England
I think you'd know it if you had. The ones I've seen were always in
carnies, where they made quite a show of their sexes.
Anyhow, you'd probably still have seized on it if I'd written "poets of
either sex".
--
Mike.
Unless I missed something, there's not much you can do with "poets of
either sex". "Of either gender" is another story.
Because gender is a grammatical term, not a biological one. At least
that is what I remember from an AUE post of old.
I wandered lonely.
All at once I saw a crowd.
Golden daffodils.
--
James
Rapping? Chamber door?
Get that damned bird out of here.
Quoth the raven: Nah!
....r
--
A pessimist sees the glass as half empty.
An optometrist asks whether you see the glass
more full like this?...or like this?
> James Hogg filted:
>>
>>Liz wrote:
>>> "Prai Jei" wrote:
>>>
>>>> Frank ess set the following eddies spiralling through the space-time
>>>> continuum:
>>>>
>>>>> Parking lot tree shade
>>>>> Sun slipping south from summer
>>>>> Moved just out of range.
>>>> Ponty, last summer.
>>>> Spaces in shade were reserved,
>>>> Blocked off using cones.
>>>
>>> rain-soaked & mud-stained
>>> super typhoons run amuck
>>> summer of oh nine
>>
>>I wandered lonely.
>>All at once I saw a crowd.
>>Golden daffodils.
>
> Rapping? Chamber door?
> Get that damned bird out of here.
> Quoth the raven: Nah!
>
> ....r
Crisis at mid-life.
Hell, Purgatory, Heaven:
I keep seeing stars!
Don't touch that fruit, Eve.
O my God--she's disobeyed!
Cosmic disaster!
--Stanley J. Sharpless
--
Jerry Friedman
Brillig (more or less),
Vorpal blade goes snicker-snack.
Slain: one jabberwock.
Wind in gusty trees.
Tlot makes Bess fire warning shot.
Two ghosts in moonlight.
--
James
Stately pleasure dome.
And when they make the movie,
Miss Newton-John skates.
Hw�t! Hwo hwips the Danes?
Geat grips Grendel and his mum.
Dies in dragon's den.
--
James
Men have called me mad;
But all the flowers were mine
One point six one eight ~
--
Isabelle Cecchini
Een meeuw op ��n poot
starend staande in de zee.
De kou deert haar niet.
<http://hermanvanrompuy.typepad.com/haiku/>
--
Les (BrE)
Who doesn't really get it.
So whom have we here?
In this kingdom by the sea
Edgar Allan Poe.
A girl in Russia
Likes two men. The French show up,
Then leave, God knows why.
--
Jerry Friedman
> Wind in gusty trees.
> Tlot makes Bess fire warning shot.
"Top Libertarians on Twitter"?
> Two ghosts in moonlight.
--
Day 291 of the "no grouchy usenet posts" project
Oo, libertarians:
Capitalists strike.
The alpha one will own an
Heiress--who is he?
Anyway, I had to Google it, but the result was serious nostalgia for
me:
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16431
> > Two ghosts in moonlight.
--
Jerry Friedman
> Anyway, I had to Google it, but the result was serious nostalgia for
> me:
>
> http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16431
>
> > > Two ghosts in moonlight.
Oops. forgot:
Self-contradicting poet (5)
--
Jerry Friedman
Did you ever hear it sung by Phil Ochs?
>>>> Two ghosts in moonlight.
>
> Oops. forgot:
>
> Self-contradicting poet (5)
It doesn't work and it's the wrong language: "da" + "net" would be Danet.
--
James
> Did you ever hear it sung by Phil Ochs?
Good heavens. I've never heard it sung. Do you like Phil's version?
Now isn't a good time for me to watch it at
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A9fWjzYiRUE
> > Oops. forgot:
>
> > Self-contradicting poet (5)
>
> It doesn't work
Okay, how about "Vacillation poet"? Then there are the "noise" puns.
> and it's the wrong language: "da" + "net" would be Danet.
How did Russian get in here? A clever pun that I'm missing?
--
Jerry Friedman
> On Nov 20, 2:59�pm, "Default User" <defaultuse...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> > James Hogg wrote:
> > > Wind in gusty trees.
> > > Tlot makes Bess fire warning shot.
> >
> > "Top Libertarians on Twitter"?
> Anyway, I had to Google it, but the result was serious nostalgia for
> me:
>
> http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16431
Oh, I knew what poem. I just don't know what "Tlot" means.
Brian
Yes, but the recorded version is better than that TV performance.
Phil Ochs also put a tune to Poe's "The Bells". It's performed by
someone else here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCSVk6FtHGw
> Now isn't a good time for me to watch it at
>
> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A9fWjzYiRUE
>
>>> Oops. forgot: Self-contradicting poet (5)
>> It doesn't work
>
> Okay, how about "Vacillation poet"? Then there are the "noise" puns.
>
>
>
>> and it's the wrong language: "da" + "net" would be Danet.
>
> How did Russian get in here? A clever pun that I'm missing?
It's a good clue, but I didn't want to state the obvious answer, so I
tried to twist Dante to make him fit instead. Forgive my Joycean perversity.
--
James
It's the Noyes made by a Chinese horse's hoof.
--
James
(Why am I laughing out loud?!)
>Jerry Friedman wrote:
>
>> On Nov 20, 2:59�pm, "Default User" <defaultuse...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>> > James Hogg wrote:
>> > > Wind in gusty trees.
>> > > Tlot makes Bess fire warning shot.
>> >
>> > "Top Libertarians on Twitter"?
>
>> Anyway, I had to Google it, but the result was serious nostalgia for
>> me:
>>
>> http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16431
>
>Oh, I knew what poem. I just don't know what "Tlot" means.
>
It's a measure of appreciation. Surely, you've heard someone say
"That means tlot to me".
--
Tony Cooper - Orlando, Florida
The past remembered
As I first bite into my
Tasty madeleine
(Dedicated to Monty Python)
--
Bob Lieblich
Who could never get through even Swann's Way
'Fess up...you own the soundtrack too, don't you?...r
R H Draney wrote:
> Frank ess filted:
>>
>> R H Draney wrote:
>>>
>>> Stately pleasure dome.
>>> And when they make the movie,
>>> Miss Newton-John skates.
>>>
>>> ....r
>>
>> (Why am I laughing out loud?!)
>
> 'Fess up...you own the soundtrack too, don't you?...r
OK, I'll come clean: haven't watched the movie, either.
--
Frank ess
I have...in fact, I even made a pilgrimage some years ago to the Pan-Pacific
Auditorium before they tore it down....
I'll grant you the movie is pretty stupid, but the visuals to go along with most
of the songs[1] add further to their charm, and it *was* Gene Kelly's last
picture....r
[1] The notable exception is "Suspended in Time"...the entire plot of the film,
such as it is, stops dead for the number, and there's no set whatsoever; just
Livvy surrounded by twinkling lights on an otherwise black screen....
The Golden Number
Proportions scenes of beauty
Saying "Natural"
Pining for the fjords
Joined the choir invisible
Pushing up daisies.
Mike, it would a pity to lose all these wonderful offerings - can you
put them on the web site?
--
Laura
(emulate St. George for email)
Cranberry jello
North American gamebird
Time to talk turkey
[ ... ]
> Pining for the fjords
> Joined the choir invisible
> Pushing up daisies.
You may not have realized there was a contest, Donna. But there was.
And I concede.
--
Bob Lieblich
Who has not ceased to be (despite recent lengthy hiati)
Kidney for breakfast
June sixteenth, nineteen-o-four
I said yes I will
--
James
We may have to award many trophies here.
Definitely competition-quality--not that we'd expect anything less of its
author!
--
Roland Hutchinson
He calls himself "the Garden State's leading violist da gamba,"
... comparable to being ruler of an exceptionally small duchy.
--Newark (NJ) Star Ledger ( http://tinyurl.com/RolandIsNJ )
More than one trophy?
My chances are increasing.
Maybe this winter ...
--
Skitt (AmE)
Questions disappear
SDC impossible
The sheep are dying
--
Robin
(BrE)
Herts, England
Past Eve and Adam's
Punnish meant for Vico's bike.
Long the riverrun.
--
James
Sheep burned, kids killed too;
Naked but for all these boils:
Blessed be the Lord.
--
James
>> Robert Lieblich wrote:
>>> Donna Richoux wrote:
>>>
>>> [ ... ]
>>>
>>>> Pining for the fjords Joined the choir invisible Pushing up
>>>> daisies.
>>>
>>> You may not have realized there was a contest, Donna. But
>>> there was. And I concede.
>>
>> Kidney for breakfast
>> June sixteenth, nineteen-o-four
>> I said yes I will
> Definitely competition-quality--not that we'd expect anything
> less of its author!
According to the Haiku Handbook by William L Higginson, the definition
of a haiku as a seventeen syllable poem in three lines is rather a
simplistic trap since Japanese don't count syllables but onji or "sound
symbols".. For instance Basho's poem
furuike ya old pond....
kawzu tobikomu a frog leaps in
mizu no oto water's sound
This seems a pretty good haiku in Japanese or English tho' I can't pass
judgement on the Japanese.
--
James Silverton
Potomac, Maryland
Email, with obvious alterations: not.jim.silverton.at.verizon.not
Commas and dashes and ems
For whom English is not Latin, nor static
Clarity and accuracy
--
---------------------------------------------
Richard Maurer To reply, remove half
Sunnyvale, California of a homonym of a synonym for also.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
God's will scrutinized
in seventeen syllables:
Hogg is on the Job.
The best of times, the worst,
Resemblance, thrown coin, knitting--
Far, far better thing.
--
Jerry Friedman
I mean, "The best time, the worst."
As long as I'm revising, "God willing" would be better than "God knows
why" for the ending of /War and Peace/.
And to give this post a point of interest:
Man meets girl, gets girl,
Loses girl, kills man, indulges
A fancy prose style.
--
Jerry Friedman
--
Jerry Friedman
Why am I having so much trouble counting syllables and sigs? Delete
"man" after "kills".
--
Jerry Friedman, for once
Haiku you vant? Here's a bunch of Cat haiku and Jewish haiku from
unknown sources:
CAT HAIKU
=========
You never feed me.
Perhaps I'll sleep on your face.
That will sure show you.
You *must* scratch me there!
Yes, above my tail!
Behold, elevator butt.
The rule for today:
Touch my tail, I shred your hand.
New rule tomorrow.
Grace personified.
I leap into the window.
I meant to do that.
Blur of motion, then --
Silence, me, a paper bag.
What is so funny?
You're always typing.
Well, let's see you ignore my
sitting on your hands.
My small cardboard box.
You cannot see me if I
Can just hide my head.
Terrible battle.
I fought for hours. Come and see!
What's a "term paper"?
Small brave carnivores
Kill pine cones and mosquitoes
Fear vacuum cleaner.
I want to be close
to you. Can I fit my head
inside your armpit?
Wanna go outside.
Oh, crap! Help! I got outside!
Let me back inside!
Oh no! Big One
has been trapped by newspaper!
Cat to the rescue!
Humans are so strange.
Mine lies still in bed, then screams.
My claws are not that sharp.
Cats meow out of angst
"Thumbs! If only we had thumbs!
We could break so much!"
In deep sleep hear sound
Cat vomit hair ball somewhere
Will find in morning.
The cat is not all
Bad -- she fills the litter box
With Tootsie Rolls.
The food in my bowl
Is old, and more to the point,
Contains no tuna.
So you want to play.
Will I claw at dancing string?
Your ankle's closer.
There's no dignity
In being sick -- which is why
I don't tell you where.
Seeking solitude
I am locked in the closet.
For once I need you.
Am I in your way?
You seem to have it backwards:
This pillow's taken.
Your mouth is moving;
Up and down, emitting noise.
I've lost interest.
The dog wags his tail,
Seeking approval. See mine?
Different message.
My brain: walnut-sized.
Yours: largest among primates.
Yet, who leaves for work?
Most problems can be
Ignored. The more difficult
Ones can be slept through.
My affection is conditional.
Don't stand up,
It's your lap I love.
Cats can't steal the breath
Of children. But if my tail's
Pulled again, I'll learn.
I don't mind being
Teased any more than you mind
A skin graft or two.
So you call this thing
Your "cat carrier." I call
These my "blades of death."
Toy mice, dancing yarn
Meowing sounds. I'm convinced:
You're an idiot.
I need a new toy.
Tail of black dog keeps good time.
Pounce! Good dog! Good dog!
The mighty hunter
Returns with gifts of plump birds --
Your foot just squashed one.
Kitty likes plastic
Confuses for litter box
Don't leave tarp around.
Want to trim my claws?
Don't even think about it!
My yelps will wake dead.
Litter box not here
You must have moved it again
I'll poop in the sink.
We're almost equals
I purr to show I love you.
Want to smell my butt?
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JEWISH HAIKU
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Is one Nobel Prize
too much to ask from a child
after all I've done?
Five thousand years a
wandering people: then we
found the caba�as.
In the ice sculpture
reflected bar-mitzvah guests
nosh on chopped liver.
Beyond Valium,
the peace of knowing one's child
is an Internist
In a stage whisper
a Yente confides the name
of her friend's disease
New, at Oys "R" Us!
Hypochondriac Barbie
has a gout attack.
Jewish triathlon:
gin rummy, then contract bridge,
followed by a nap.
Looking for pink buds
to prune back, the mohel tends
his flower garden.
Look Muffy! I've found
the most splendid tchotchke for
our Hanukkah bush.
Scrabble anarchy
after "putzhead" is placed on
a triple-word score.
The sparkling blue sea
beckons me to wait one hour
after my sandwich.
Hava nagila,
hava nagila, hava-
enough already.
Would-be convert lost:
thawed Lender's Bagels. Made a
bad first impression.
Today I am a man.
Tomorrow I return
to the seventh grade.
The sparrow brings home
too many worms for her young.
"Force yourself," she chirps.
Today, mild shvitzing.
Tomorrow, so hot you'll plotz.
Five-day forecast -- feh
Left the door open.
for the Prophet Elijah.
Now our cat is gone.
The pure white lotus:
how rare to glimpse it parked in
my neighbor's driveway.
The shivah visit:
So sorry for your loss. Now
back to my problems.
Swollen by spring rain,
flowing into inky pools,
the varicose vein.
Yom Kippur: forgive
me, God, for the Mercedes
and all the lobsters.
Hard to tell under
the lights -- white Yarmulke or
male-pattern baldness?
"Through the Red Sea costs
extra." Israeli movers
overcharge Moses.
No fins, no flippers
the gefilte fish swims with
some difficulty.
Yente. Shmeer. Gevalt.
Shlemiel. Shlimazl. Toches.
Oy, to be fluent!
After the warm rain
the sweet smell of camellias.
Did you wipe your feet?
Her lips near my ear,
Aunt Sadie whispers the name
of her friend's disease.
Testing the warm milk
on her wrist, she sighs softly.
But her son is forty.
Like a bonsai tree,
is your terrible posture
at my dinner table.
Jews on safari --
map, compass, elephant gun,
hard-sucking candies.
The same kimono
the top geishas are wearing:
I got it at Loehmann's.
Mom, please! There is no
need to put that dinner roll
in your pocketbook.
Seven-foot Jews in
the NBA slam-dunking!
My alarm clock rings.
Sorry I'm not home
to take your call. At the tone
please state your bad news.
Quietly murmured
at Saturday Synagogue services,
Red Sox 5, Yankees 3.
A lovely nose ring.
Excuse me while I put my
head in the oven.
Hey! Get back indoors!
Whatever you were doing
could put an eye out.
Wet moss on the old
stone path -- flat on my back, I
ponder whom to sue.
Lonely mantra of
Jewish mother -- "They never
call, they never write."
Tea ceremony --
fragrant steam perfumes the air.
Try the cheese danish.
Lovely butterfly --
not long ago your name was
caterpillarstein.
A cat steals into
the night just like my former
partner, that gonif.
Hidden connection --
starvation in Africa,
food left on my plate.
Coroner's report --
"The deceased, wearing no hat,
caught his death of cold."
Our youngest daughter,
our most precious jewel.
Hence the name, Tiffany.
Cherry blossoms bloom.
Sure, it's beautiful, but is
it good for the Jews?
--
~~~ Reinhold {Rey} Aman ~~~
>Haiku you vant? Here's a bunch of Cat haiku and Jewish haiku from
>unknown sources:
About ten years ago, there was a craze for haiku about Olestra, some of which is
collected here:
A subcategory of haiku combining the topics of Olestra and the Muppet character
Elmo was also observed in those days....r
All hands lost at sea!
Giant blinded; swabs made swine...
His dog remembers.
Call me Ishmael!
Some days you get the white whale;
some days--well, you know.
> The best of times, the worst,
> Resemblance, thrown coin, knitting--
> Far, far better thing.
Damn, you beat me to it. I was just about to get two novels into one haiku:
Best and worst of times.
Frenchies seek him everywhere.
Far, far better thing.
--
James
<snip>
The Jewish ones come from Haikus for Jews by David A. Bader (Random
House, 1999).
Better than that: we have here an idea for a book, and with a little
more effort we could soon have enough material for a full collection of
classic world literature in haiku form -- the ideal present, an
essential addition to everyone's bathroom. All we need is a good
illustrator and an enterprising publisher. The proceeds can be splashed
on a collective boink in some attractive location.
--
James
The Haiku Book
A Seasonal Amusement
In English usage
Written by a collective author under an appropriate poetic pseudonym,
such as Althea U. English.
And as you point out, the title should be a haiku. Here's another
suggestion:
Haiku Treasury
Abbreviated Classics
For Hurried Readers
--
James
Small problem:
When not already familiar with a word I'm mostly unable to process the
written symbols into what it might sound like.
Therefore, dictionary hints on how to pronounce something leave me
with the same ignorance I might have started off with. Ergo,
To wit, I looked up the definition of haiku on our friend wiki and
listened to the audio; To my ear, it goes Hi-Hi-Koo. 3 syllables. The
hi-hi-koo book gives me my 5
Haiku Treasury ... I see 6
Eternal city
Gormenghast sleeps forever
Peake if you want to
Wyatt and the Doc
load their pistols carefully
today is OK
(And, for Wire aficionados)
McNulty bridles
Cries what the fuck did I do
Unconvincingly