|candy haiku=100 views. bush mudsling=700 views...||Js Haiku Shop|
Nov 13, 2001 2:25 PM
|there's just no accounting for taste.
speaking of taste,...
I love lemon heads
break a tooth if not careful
and make a sour face!
|E-FLAME THE LIMEY BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!||mr_spin|
Nov 13, 2001 4:17 PM
|Sorry. That post from the insultan got me all fired up.|
|The only people who like Haiku are the people who write it.||spookyload|
Nov 13, 2001 11:08 PM
|The rest of us just scratch our heads and say..."whatever??" Now dirty limmericks...that will get some people to read your post. Change your name to Dirty Limmerick Shop and people go out of their way to read it. Just kidding about all that actually.|
Nov 14, 2001 8:02 AM
|I can't get enough of the Ku's and can't write a word of it.
|Agreed. Love the haiku! nm||mr_spin|
Nov 14, 2001 8:06 AM
|Here you go then....||muncher.|
Nov 14, 2001 10:10 AM
|Well, this answers my question....||DINOSAUR|
Nov 15, 2001 9:51 AM
|I've been wanting to ask what the heck a "Haiku" was anyway. This site solved that problem...
Thought for a overcast winter day..
"In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me lay an incredible summer."
French writer 1913-1960
Actually it's not winter yet.
|How is it a poem if it doesn't rhyme?||Matt|
Nov 15, 2001 10:34 AM
|It is more like fragmented senteces...ie poor grammar. LOL|
Nov 15, 2001 11:12 AM
|The only true characteristic of Poetry is rhythm, also known as meter. There's no requirement that it has to rhyme.
A few years ago, I was at a children's christmas party where Santa read the poem "The Night Before Christmas." I was listening to it, and watching the kids at the same time. They were captivated by it, but it occurred to me that most of the kids didn't know what a lot of the words meant. So why were they enjoying so much? Because it had a great rhythm to it. A cadence.
Here's a verse. It rhymes, but read it only with rhythm in mind. If there is no punctuation at the end of the line, don't stop--continue reading the next line:
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
|Well, this answers my question....||Js Haiku Shop|
Nov 15, 2001 11:02 AM
|We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.
Nov 15, 2001 3:44 PM
|Dreams are the touchstones of our characters.
This world is but canvas to our imagination.
For what it's worth you are wise for your age...
|We are what we eat, so eat me!||Doughnut|
Nov 16, 2001 1:30 AM
|You seem to truely have a passion for it...||spookyload|
Nov 15, 2001 8:11 PM
|that I respect very much. I just can't stand passing up an opportunity to bust someones chops. Hope I didn't offend you with any remarks I made.
P.S. I really do like the poetry that starts, "There once was a man from Nantucket..." I am such a child!