Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion

I'm not sure if this classifies as "game" material, but it seems like it'll be fun, if not an appropriate exercise to tackle writer's poet's block.

Basically, write a standard haiku that somehow relates to the previous haiku. You can be as literal or as interpretive as you want--by all means, go off on tangents, but try not to stray too far into unrecognizable randomness.

I prefer shorts and
A blanket in cold weather
To Chicago Junes

Thanks! I'm glad you like my idea. Your haiku is wonderful--it's very clever.

Wraps all in quiet,
Knitted fingers gently warmed,
indebted silence.

*


Knitting is so fun.
Clickity clackity knit.
My knitting past-time.

Strip these brown fibers
From predetermined cocoons
Not unlike netting

Contain our lost words
To prevent any tangling
Between Yours and Mines

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Brushing and brushing
My seventy feet of hair
Almost takes all day

I have got to do
something about this wasteful
Rapunzel leisure

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Help us save the world
Don't be the human you are
Wantful and wasteful

I am full of want
And want for nothing but you
in Barcelona.

Thanks M & Al - Jessica, this is an excellent 'game'! Al what a curiously goth haiku following M's somber one.

The strand of her hair
was coiled stark red in the dawn's
new bar of white soap.

Wash away the dirt
Of the previous nights game
And wait for the next.

Thanks, Guy! I'm glad you all are taking to it. :)

Cleanse this parted soul
Of its regretted children
Born yesterday's spoils

YW, Jessica. I've been writing haiku off and on for 30 years or so.



When I left childhood
I parted my hair sideways
to wash out regrets.

M, this is excellent! And rhyming too. Nice.

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Hit me with the rum,
I'll take one more glass, waiter.
Drinking like a fool.

*I added more XD


Thanks M :) I like yours

Blood red seeping out
Congealing on my white skin
Beautiful contrast

The sharp, loving knife
Pierces skin so tenderly
Creating contrast

Between scars and skin
Or life and lingering death
Beautiful contrast

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The big, poufy-sleeves
Accentuate my slim body
Love the Medieval

Her strange silhouette
That lurks, encompasses us
When the lights turn on

lol, its fine m :)

Those heavy scented,
dusty Yankee aisles make
me want to vomit.

Yummy Hershey's bar
Gummi bears and sour worms
Imma be fat, yup.

(Explanation: I used to go to baseballs games a lot which meant I ate way to much candy!)

*I DONT KNOW XD lol



Man walks into bar
Man hastens out of the bar
He is one smart man

*Nice m :)

*You are welcome



These cold, old bones creak
Forever, incessantly
Driving me to death

I have not driven
so far from home until I
collided with you.

M here's my pale imitation to your interleaved rhyming Haiku.



I was on the ball
Is what he thought when the tree
Struck him in the face.

What? Where is this place?
His brained thoughts bounced in their fall
Towards mystery.

Who am I to be?
The tree stood as quiet as grace
One hundred feet tall.

Your poems and stories often have a philosophical dimension. This one has an enticing element of ambiguity, which gives it a surreal cast. I especially like the lines “The tree stood as quiet as grace / One hundred feet tall.”

M, I seem to be unable to write without some kind of philosophical element creeping in. As long as they are still entertaining to some extent. This rhyming haiku thing is a curious format - I had fun getting this to go.

Count the rings that cir-
-cle your your core grown old by
roots grounded, away.

*Wow, thats a lot of haiku's about trees XD



Scritch, scratch on the win-
-dow, something is trying to
invade your own mind

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The morning talker
Forgot to remember that
unsaid words are best.

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She had me in the chair
I didn't know that her name
Wasn't Chastity.

M, lol - I'm still smiling :-)


She looked at my sides
And off the top of her head
said "You have big ears."

Yet under the irk-
some scowl and flesh-speckled teeth,
he's not unpleasant.

Haha! Love it.

The turn of your arm
pulls the blanket off my chest,
yet I let you be.

This -understanding
between us has run away
to something like mis-

Jessica, that is very clever! I'm not sure if I actually like it, though. ;-)
Now for something obscure:

To be -taken by
A stand-in under mistletoe
Is -apprehension.

Al, no need to worry about drifting back to thoughts of six! How did Shakespeare put it?

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too.

Rosalind, from As You Like It, III.ii.420-4.

Am I the inmate
of the lunatic full moon,
werewolves or Freud's slips?

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Or maybe he is
The one who changes at night,
eating the neighbors.

She seems to have grown
a lavish fondness of rare
steak and manicures.

"This tastes like pennies."
Bronze milk poured from the pitcher
drips down Tommy's shirt.

Yikes! I remember those! In fact the physics and chem labs were minimum 5 hours, and if things didn't go well...

Her skin was the milk
of the gibbous moon caressed
by a kitten's tongue.

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The cat in the hat
licked her lips, combed her whiskers
and smiled his sad smile.

But the cat came back
With just a dot of cream cheese
Atop her pink nose.

Unfortunately
I know not a spot of French
'cept for c'est la vie.

A grand silly mess
worth less than a dress of mesh
and money and wire.

Alex wrote: "Ah, Paris the place
for lovers, dreamers and art,
but so expensive!"

Al, may I post this in a blog? It has managed to entangle itself in a mini-synchronicity (what I call a fushigi). Once the blog is completed I'll send you the link if you are curious how your little haiku has become so entangled.

And M you are really a part of it too, with:

"My sister’s poodle
is so purebred that he barks
in Parisian French"

So, I would like to also blog this poem as well, if you would give me the okay.

Thanks,

.guy

Our shared concoction
of hotdogmarshmallowstew
dribbles down our chins.

Oh dear. Perhaps some coppery milk will help make you feel better? For some reason I'm tending toward unseemly "food" products in my haiku poems...

It's also very rich in iron--a definite plus.