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The Amazing Pseudo-Haiku Thread (Instructions in poll)
- Thread starter crossfire
- Start date
or eat it no frills.
so someone else pays the bills
eat ketchup instead
so someone else pays the bills
eat ketchup instead
Why rhyme in Haiku?
Why feed the monster in you?
Why not just kill it?
Why feed the monster in you?
Why not just kill it?
Look away quickly
look over there over there
don't look over here
look over there over there
don't look over here
don't look over here
I'm wearing my swimming suit
and its laughable
I'm wearing my swimming suit
and its laughable
and its laughable
these cookies are too salty
and made just for you
these cookies are too salty
and made just for you
and made just for you
when the brain is full of stuff
some words might fall out
when the brain is full of stuff
some words might fall out
The Anointed
Well-Known Member
Some words might fall out
Then the sorrows will follow
As minds fill with doubt
Then the sorrows will follow
As minds fill with doubt
The Anointed
Well-Known Member
And minds fill with doubt
As the listener listens
To words that fell out
The hot barren earth
Drinks of the falling dew drops
Which are of no worth
With the rising sun
The dew drops steam and shrival
And then they are gone
The man prays for rain
His dehydrated body
Praying, waits in vain
The dried bones--bleached white
Strewn round the dry water hole
Glow in the moonlight
They rattle and walk
To the man whose swollen tongue
Cannot scream or talk
They sing songs of death
Soothing the soul of he who
Longs for his last breath
The hot sun awakes
The crows from the branch above
Feed by a dry lake..
As the listener listens
To words that fell out
The hot barren earth
Drinks of the falling dew drops
Which are of no worth
With the rising sun
The dew drops steam and shrival
And then they are gone
The man prays for rain
His dehydrated body
Praying, waits in vain
The dried bones--bleached white
Strewn round the dry water hole
Glow in the moonlight
They rattle and walk
To the man whose swollen tongue
Cannot scream or talk
They sing songs of death
Soothing the soul of he who
Longs for his last breath
The hot sun awakes
The crows from the branch above
Feed by a dry lake..
feed by a dry lake
with knowledge people choose it
better a warm heart
with knowledge people choose it
better a warm heart
The Anointed
Well-Known Member
Say Hi not good-bye
To the seasons that pass by
For they will return
The air that I breathe
Carries blossoms from the trees
And that makes me sneeze
And just like the rose
Whose red colour in spring glows
Likewise does my nose
Flowers die in spring
And the birds no longer sing
Death has spread his wings
Fly to me my friend
Envelope me with your wings
Take me to pain's end
And then will I be
One with all eternity
Life's great escapee
To the seasons that pass by
For they will return
The air that I breathe
Carries blossoms from the trees
And that makes me sneeze
And just like the rose
Whose red colour in spring glows
Likewise does my nose
Flowers die in spring
And the birds no longer sing
Death has spread his wings
Fly to me my friend
Envelope me with your wings
Take me to pain's end
And then will I be
One with all eternity
Life's great escapee
Life's great escapee
as if life were a prison
and not a cookie
and not a cookie
no cookies for you big blue
we ate the cookies
we ate the cookies
we were so cookie angry
there ain't no cookies
as if life were a prison
and not a cookie
and not a cookie
no cookies for you big blue
we ate the cookies
we ate the cookies
we were so cookie angry
there ain't no cookies
The Anointed
Well-Known Member
There aint no cookies
For little child like sookies
So stop complaining
Walking down the street
Complaining about my shoes
Met bloke with no feet.
For little child like sookies
So stop complaining
Walking down the street
Complaining about my shoes
Met bloke with no feet.