Chris Croft's Personal Blog

April 16, 2010

Haikus – traditional, modern, and executive

Filed under: Books and Culture, Happiness, Random stuff - uncategorisable — chriscroft @ 9:51 am

to get things started – here are some that I have found and liked, both traditional and modern:

old bird bath
now full of ivy
the bird song missed

ward silent except
for a sigh – night sister sees
dawn at the window
(reminds me of the jethro tull song nursie)

walking on the moor
one sees heather
the other sky

still in its frame
that smile
her last

no bloodstains left on
medieval castle wall — smear
of tourist’s choc-ice

in the tree the apple.
within the apple the pip.
within the pip the tree.

coolness –
the sound of the bell
leaving the bell

no sky
no earth – but still
snowflakes fall

first autumn morning:
the mirror I stare into
shows my father’s face.

I kill an ant
and realize my three children
have been watching.

on new year’s day
I long to meet my parents
as they were before my birth.

the crow has flown away:
swaying in the evening sun,
a leafless tree.

the summer river:
although there is a bridge, my horse
goes through the water.

the winds that blow –
ask them, which leaf on the tree
will be next to go.

spring rain
your body
in me

scared stiff
paying for condoms
with a rubber check

zipped up
in her jeans
his genes

nailed on the door
men
out of order

in the photo album
my mother’s face
before I knew her

and some of my efforts:

late night
computer
just finish it

The cold streets of Hull
Why did I decide to walk?
Rain increasing fast

Rain filters through hair
Can’t run with curry inside
Plod back to hotel

Dog walk in the dark
Feels like autumn in the spring
Crocus by torchlight

time sand
beach youth
trickle hand

cones and spray
which lane?
headset disconnect

coach or train
will they get there
can they manage

see it
taste it
regret it

Step across the room
You’re still exotic to me
After time apart

sent in by readers:

A Summer’s day
Steaming cow pats
Stones abound
Shrieks of children

Haiku’s are hard to
Write. The syllables always
Make you run out of…

Her small breasts
Were like the upturned bellies
Of breathing fallen sparrows

It’s never easy
writing poems on the spur
of any moment

The silent bandstand
now cold and still. Summer time
bands long forgotten.

harvesting moon
the death of a friend
a lost jigsaw piece

Haiku are easy,
But sometimes they don’t make sense,
Refrigerator

The creamy-cloud foam
in my coffee and my bath
is my secret bliss.

There are more poems
around than you think: walk slow,
speak soft and don’t blink.

being paperless
is OK I suppose but
not in the bathroom

From WizzardPrang: “You might like these Windoze haikus:”

Yesterday it worked
Today it is not working
Windows is like that

or…

Your file was so big
It might be very useful
But now it is gone

or…

Windows XP crashed
I am the Blue Screen of Death
No one hears your screams

or…

A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone

Some more of mine:

Risking wet shoes
Reflected sun
Winter beach

The tunnel looks endless
But close up
It sparkles

Girl photo
I’m viewing
At 75%

written in yet another B&B:

Empty room
Ornaments
Not mine

The boss cares
His people think
He’s scary

Beautiful winter beach
But what
Can you do with it?

and after a rather depressing training course:

A day of talk
The people
Still the same

———————

Autumn sax
Wind blown notes
Like falling leaves

———————-

Lost at sea
…Holding on to blue rock
The storm blows

————————

Mouth and fingertips
She presses all my buttons
Sally’s saxophone

————————

Like a lighthouse at dawn
Each pulse signals
I am still here

————————

Raiding your fruit bowl
Early morning octopus
Grabs a tangerine

————————

Suit jacket, no gloves
Quickly scraping frozen glass
White tartan windscreen

A Haiku Poem
Has seventeen syllables
In five seven five

Predictive text list
Huddersfield and Hummingbird
Neighbours in my world

Christmas tree sadness
Star of the show, then bonfire
Much the same as me…

Interrupted throne
Business call in the next room
Walk like a penguin

This one about London….

Early morning walk
Joggers turning to builders
Then men in grey suits

I feel that when I’m in Manchester people think I’m different and stare at me. So here are a couple of examples of my paranoia:

Leaving the hotel room empty
Builders stare at me
As I look for breakfast

and

Don’t YOU stare at ME
Mancheseter petrol pumper
Wearing pyjamas

and about my journey to get here in my unstoppable black Audi:

Human and machine
Eating road and other cars
Surge into darkness

and about my recent toothache

Pacing at midnight
Glass teeth burn in hot jam jaw
Torch search for more pills

and

Never stops playing
reggae record in my head
Tropical Toothache

After years of playing in bands I’ve got a bit of tinnitus, which manifests itself in various ways, including a low rumble which I can only hear when things are very quiet, like in the night – but it’s always there, which is a slightly claustrophobic feeling since I can’t ever escape from it. The other thing you need to know is that the ferry from Poole to the Channel Islands is called The Condor – it’s amazingly powerful and you can hear the deep throb of its engines echoing off the old Harry Rocks when it comes into port. So:

Tinnitus Condor
Connected in the silence
Wherever she sails

———————————————-

Gloomy autumnal Haikus

Ripe with gloomy fruit

Dark blanket falls on my flame

Autumn’s on its way

.

Soon the fruit will drop

Leaving bare branches

Untroubled by wasps

.

Spring and summer gone

Older, wiser, and more tired

The sunset, the autumn,

.

Picking and eating

Enjoy the present harvest

Knowing it will end.

.

Deny the future

If you can imagine it

You won’t want to know

.

Smell of Autumn Sweater

Log fire dogs, leaf kicking, and…

The sun will return

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6 Comments »

  1. Form, form, the rigour of form. The Japanese won’t let themselves call it a haiku unless it has 17 syllables. Neither must we. (And you need something that can be interpreted as a seasonal reference.) Nice poems nonetheless.

    I LOVE the Windows Haikus.

    Here’s my effort:

    Walking home. Crisp leaves.
    I know at home that someone’s
    Put the kettle on.

    Comment by Martin Herrington — April 16, 2010 @ 10:06 pm

    • yes, I admit it should be 17 syllables (and well done for yours by the way!) but hey! But I have been putting in weather references in most of mine, and I just think that the modern haiku can maybe have references to ones’ surroundings instead of the weather, like office lights or hot stuffy air in a meeting – kind of?

      Comment by chriscroft — April 16, 2010 @ 10:56 pm

  2. I have updated my Haikus with a couple of new ones!

    Comment by Chris Croft personal — June 14, 2011 @ 2:31 pm

  3. I have updated my Haikus with a couple of new ones!

    Comment by Chris Croft — June 14, 2011 @ 2:33 pm

  4. New ones feature octopus, penguins and condor… animals for some reason

    Comment by Chris Croft personal — June 14, 2011 @ 2:35 pm

  5. I thought of railing
    against lack of form, but saw
    I already had

    Comment by Martin Herrington — June 30, 2011 @ 2:30 am


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