New Haiku

This is a temporary resting place for new haiku that are on their way to finding their true grove in the Bonsai Forest - unless the quality rake gets them first.

New ones are added at the bottom.

	Written to celebrate a new computer:
	Love it! It only Takes a mo; - a mouse, a mat - Latin half recalled

	Raindrops collecting Each wait their fall from the rail - All tension released

	Here is a very minor, not entirely PC, mirror
	"They don't coincide, The numbers, my boy. Sorry They don't." Cohen sighed

	The muse seems to have been off on hols lately, she dropped by at about 05:30 this morning and left this; said she might come back soon...
	'Type in the answer: How'd you keep a cravat straight?' Tie pin the answer

	There could be some 'Haiku of Spring'. Meanwhile:
	Suddenly aware The swallows have not arrived Martin's feeling sad Face up to winter Salty teardrops on life's road - Have to grit your teeth

	Dagna's journey to work one morning resulted in a number of Haiku In Passing:
	Old pond under trees Splash! Then ripples radiate - Not a frog, a duck In an English pond Japanese frog unlikely Splash! It is a duck Dagna from the train Notices a pond - a splash - That Haiku moment That Haiku moment I saw a splash in a pond But sadly no frog Splash in English pond - No Japanese frog leaping No nip in the air Splash! There is no pond Only the rainswept pavement And a passing child

	Here is another duck:
	Lo! The dawdling duck The mallard, he lingers on - Quacking good tune!
	Here is a competition for the weekend, all you have to do is come up with a good middle line...
	Everest ahead! [Second line obscured by snow] - Stumble on a stone
	...and the first reply clearly demonstrates that the traditional response of the BSK is to ignore the rules altogether:
	Stumble on a stone, Bang skull on double-glazing - Everest ahead!

	A Classical trio
	Basho making notes Handles water music well - Frog continuo Castle has old pond Basho composes word-sounds - Inspired by moat's heart Post modern frog theme With endless variations - Bach to the future
	Music but no frogs
	When the music stops The silence between ourselves Has nothing to say When the music stops A rapt few milliseconds - Thunderclap of hands
	Frogs but no music
	Beams down to old pond Listens to frog-like life forms Leaping at warp speed IF FROG THEN BEGIN FOR OLD POND DO WATER SOUND END ELSE SILENCE. STOP

	'Raining in my heart' Buddy's old song. And now I'm Reining in my heart Seeking commitment Miss Piggy tries to suss what Squeaking Kermit meant
	Some film haiku:
	The Casablanca Haiku You must remember - Of all the ponds in the world Frog jumps into mine The Yellow Submarine Haiku Frog jumps into hole Falls through the diamond sky Splashes Blue Meanies Star Trek Frog splashes boldly Where no frog has gone before - Space - the final pool

	Environmental Directive bans use by frogs - Pure, silent water
	...and finally:
	Hundred frogs gather Each one has made a splash - now... Let's go shake a lake!

	I am sometimes inflicted by a haiku, jot it down on whatever bit of paper or card happens to be at hand, and then forget about it. I found this one on a piece of paper in my pocket this morning.
	Steely morning light On the Stour Estuary Time repeats itself
	The middle line could be anything between six and eight syllables, depending on pronunciation, but I believe it is most likely to approximate to seven (four simple syllables and four elided ones). Well, that's my excuse.
	Like Lewis Carroll When I use a word it has Exactly as manysyllablesasIwantittohave

	In the crowded dark Cool breeze over the mountains Refreshes my eyes
	I was reading an article about Keanu Reeves - Keanu is Hawaiian for 'Cool breeze over the mountains'. I loved the phrase, and finally managed to work it into something (with, I hope, two interpretations depending on whether or not the reader recognises the reference) Anyone who thinks 'what a sad person' - I am also playing with 'Sumer is icumen in'. And 'Lhude sing, cuccu!'
	May Day comes next week. Sumer is icumen in - Eventually. Along the bypass May comes as it always has Lhude sing, cuccu! Lhude sing, cuccu! Drown out this modern racket With an ancient song.

	Heterosexist? Well, maybe. One simple rule: Each has a girl's name Here are the first six: Bit of a mixture really - But then life's like that You? An air hostess? But are you pretty enough? - They call me Plane Jane I knew two Julies In my life. But long ago I'm Julie grateful Mary long ago Some kinds of love come too soon - Blue eyes remembered Joan then Jean then June Long summer by the river Stepping stones of life Janet in the spring Came to me on the rebound - Alone that summer Smoothed her rough edges She wood be on the plane side Called her Bevelly

	Whiled away his time The Ballad of Reading Gaol Wilde away. His Time
	Do I win an Oscar? And, another couple of girls:
	How I miss Wendy On the quay - will my luck change? - Wendy boat comes in Henry ate a plum Then he gave his girlfriend one - Henrietta Plum

	Gates greater than God! Creating the universe God forgot Undo
	(Actually this one is serious. All too bloody serious.)

	I had a dream... That all those overheard snippets on mobile phones were written in haiku form
	I feel around me They are all listening - and Counting syllables It's the end of term So that would explain it then YOU ARE BREAKING UP Hello, is Mum there? No - just tell her I'll be late - Who taught you that word? No I can't talk now It would be much better if U snt a txt msg I'll put it in blood If I can get through to you - Three red messages I'll have to call back Because I think we're about To come to a tun--- If you should want to Undo your life's great mistakes please key 7 now I'm a quein' here Inner Glasgow traffic jam Aye, McEwan here Just had to phone you Made this great Discovery - I am on the train Along the cable Email comes as per usual Llude sing co.uk!

	Both instantiations of the Great Master have now been to Iceland. Here are some light-hearted results:
	I've been to Iceland! So - what's great about that? - I've been to Tesco Seaborne jaunt fruitless In Icelandic republic - So, no prints of whales Holy days, sagas. Things have changed in Iceland now Saga Holidays Icelandic sagas Written, they say, long ago By some old geezers Such long cold winters But, if you know where to look Such boiling hot springs Bubbles and sulphur Whiff at random from the spring - Essence of farting
	One particular instantiation has already provided a couple inspired by Iceland. Here are two more::
	I stand on the rift - Europe and America The world ripped apart First turn of the tap In the Reykjavik bathroom - Have you just farted?

	Another haiku bit last night - and, in the biting...
	Humid July night. Dog lies on the bed with me Stomach to the fan.
	It insisted I write it down:
	Unable to sleep The new haiku in my head Demands recording
	So I switched the light on, found paper, looked for a pen - the one by the bed had run out.
	Checked spare room for pens - Found two. Returned in triumph They had both run out... The late night haiku Written in blue eyeliner - Couldn't find a pen.
	So then I was able to put the light back out and try to get to sleep. Just before I slept:
	Above the fan's roar The sound of a door closing. Yes - it was outside!

New Haiku

The Casablanca Haiku

The Yellow Submarine Haiku

Star Trek