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                | Getting Through : Creative Writing | Fun Vandari Haiku |  | from Jules - Wednesday, November 19, 2003accessed 2323 times
 With all the creative minds on this site, it might be fun to write some Haiku that only we would get. These are my cheesy attempts. I'm sure other people can do better.     Questions are allowed  But why would you want to doubt?
 No time for answers
 
 
 
  Volumes now are gone  Burn all evidence. Gypsy
 Girl has panties now
 
 
 
  Time no longer short.  Money, children, all are gone
 But we still have sex
 
 
  People are not happy  They suspect that something’s wrong
 Quick, here’s a scapegoat
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                |   | Reader's comments on this article Add a new comment on this article |  |  from solemn Friday, July 21, 2006 - 11:05
 (Agree/Disagree?)
 
    
  I am so bored here 
  I wish I could die right now 
  Someone kill me please 
    
  I want a fun job 
  Like one with wild animals 
  Porn would be fun too 
    
  Not with animals 
  I am not that kind of guy 
  Please don't get me wrong 
    
  I like animals 
  But not in that way my friends 
  Christ what have I done 
    
  I sound like a freak 
  I guess I should stop writing 
  It is too late now 
    
  Great, I am still bored 
  Fridays tend to suck at work 
  There is no releif 
    
  Haiku does not help 
  I wish it cured my boredom 
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 |  |   |  |  |  |   |  |  |  |   |  |  |  |   |  |  |  |  from roughneck Monday, February 16, 2004 - 00:00
 
      (Agree/Disagree?) these bashed together
 over stressful weekend.
 haiku relaxes.
 
 No food on the table?
 Who cares? Charter: pay at least
 tithe one hundred bucks
 
 beaten bloody, abuse?
 No sweetie, mistakes were made
 don't be a Daniel
 
 educate your children? No.
 ballooning clowns count cash
 “professional” bums
 
 guilty endtime soldier
 swing your morphing keyring
 fear Vandari sabers
 
 you forget what you did
 we do not. Now spend twenty
 to contemplate
 
 big inmate Bubba
 touches in love.  Enjoy
 penitentiary.
 
 Spread your legs honey
 prostitute yourself for God
 for gold we shall go
 
 Love thy neighbour
 assault innocent children
 terror by night
 
 Spare not the rod
 bruise the rotten apples
 ignore all screaming
 
 Immigration crimes
 smuggle porn through customs
 gotcher flee bag folks?
 
 Turn in your flee-funds
 WS needs reserves. Trust God!
 Where is your faith?
 
 
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 |  |  from steam Wednesday, February 11, 2004 - 11:50
 
      (Agree/Disagree?) Voices from the grave
 Volumes overwhelm
 Nothing ever said
 
 Crystal streams?
 Rolled gold
 Pandora’s box
 
 Green paper pig
 Paper Agape
 Priceless, worthless
 
 Translucent light
 Crowded orgy
 Heavenly mansion
 
 Two plus two is five
 Bundle that in faith
 You will do well
 
 Sickness = chastisment
 Eyes that light hurts
 Weakness now spiritual
 
 Interpret literally
 Obey all
 Immature leadership
 
 Comet Kohoutek
 I mean Halleys comet, 1993
 Make that Y2K
 
 WS wants more
 Begging in rags for food
 Financial power
 
 Heartrenching need
 Gods dedicated elite
 It’s my W&R
 
 Doubting the latest
 Predictions unfulfilled
 Never siad that
 
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 |  |  from Hungry Cold Monday, January 26, 2004 - 19:12
 
      (Agree/Disagree?) 
  Tithe to me children 
  So what you've barefoot toddlers? 
  Mo said make it pay 
    
  Bitter Vandari 
  Read food or poison as kids 
  Need more white sugar 
    
  Mistakes, forget them? 
  Elephants never forget 
  Vandari mascot.(reply to this comment)
 
 |  |  from sailor Friday, January 23, 2004 - 18:14
 
      (Agree/Disagree?) 
  Abrahim needs vodka 
  Parents need the Word 
  I need counseling 
  Such sweet memories 
  I'm Isaac on the altar 
  Jesus has no rams 
    
    
    
    
    
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 |  |  from ChrisG Monday, December 08, 2003 - 09:49
 
      (Agree/Disagree?) Blood on the snow
 The white sheets are soiled
 All things are lawful
 
 Beaten like cattle
 Black and blue marks all over
 The rod drives sin away
 
 Silenced like lambs
 Bright signs decorate necks
 Pride comes before a fall
 
 Watermelon in my stomach
 I’ll have my first kid at sixteen
 God loves child brides
 
 Shivering in the cold
 Trashy pictures in the hand
 We’re in the last days
 
 Empty, unfilled mind
 Cast the demon of knowledge out
 The droppings of David are gold
 
 Wandering in a maze
 Aunties, uncles, grandpa, Maria
 We’re all living one wife
 
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 |  |  from JohnnieWalker Saturday, November 29, 2003 - 23:58
 (Agree/Disagree?)
 
  Never wrote Haiku Everything has a first time
 Let’s hope I don’t suck!
 
    
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  God’s  Endtime Army. Revolution for Jesus.
 We are not a cult.
 
    
  No using more than Three sheets of toilet paper
 Double demerit!
 
    
  Law of Love is cool Partner swapping is God’s Will
 Now fight jealousy
 
    
  Mama needs the cash Send more gifts and offerings
 Pension fund is low.
 
    
  Prophecy will lead Why are they never fulfilled?
 Look, God changed His mind.
 
    
  Family disbands Maria has Alzheimer’s
 Forgot who she is
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 |  |  from Cultinvator Friday, November 28, 2003 - 16:08
 (Agree/Disagree?)
 I like it, it's funny and genuinely original!
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 |  |   |  |  |  |  from enigma Friday, November 28, 2003 - 15:12
 (Agree/Disagree?)
 Last week in my English class I had to write some haiku. With all that practice I thought I’d add to this fun post. By the way I didn’t include these in my paper. Somehow I didn’t think the teacher would get it.
 
 Tamar draw your pics
 jesus reveals demons?
 Boris will sue you.
 
 We did not abuse
 That is what they say to me
 Past is past?   F* you!
 
 Apostates we are?
 Blood dripping Vandari spawn?
 You’d rather us dead
 
 I hate my parents
 They brought me up in a cult
 They will regret it
 
 mama says send gifts
 We need your money today
 Swiss account needs more
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 |  |  from For Cacho and Claire Thursday, November 27, 2003 - 23:11
 (Agree/Disagree?)
 
  I'm 12, you fuck me 
  I'm sixteen you slap me 
  rebellion's witchcraft 
    
  No greater love has 
  A shepherdess than this, to 
  lend child to husband 
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 |  |  from banal_commentator Monday, November 24, 2003 - 15:36
 (Agree/Disagree?)
 Can someone please tell me what a Haiku is???
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 |  |   |  From Banshee Monday, November 24, 2003, 15:58
 (Agree/Disagree?)
 
  Here are 3 definitions I pulled from the Web. The third is more detailed, and if you go to the link that I got it from, it gives lots of hints for writing Haiku. It's a very fun type of poetry to write. Hope this helps! ;) 
    
  1) Haiku is a Japanese verse form that relies on brevity and simplicity to convey its message. It is usually three lines of five, seven, and five syllables, and frequently includes natural images or themes. It is believed to have been first written in the seventeenth century and is based on a Zen Buddhist philosophy of simplicity and the idea of perfection that excludes the extraneous. 
  2)  A Very Brief Definition of Haiku
 
 Haiku is a form of poetry that comes out of Japan. As it's practiced in Japanese, it consists of 3 lines of 5, 7 and 5 syllables. In English, people often compose haiku poems more loosely with less syllables, because the Japanese language sometimes takes more syllables to say something.
 
 The images in haiku should be concrete, leaving profound concepts unsaid, but perhaps somehow evident to the reader in a non-verbal way. The reader should discover the meanings in the poem for him- or herself.
 
 
 In the fall the leaves
 Turn to colors at night for
 They are beautiful
 
 Fall is a big ball
 Always bouncing up and down
 Leaves flying around
 
  3)  Definition of Haiku
 
 1) An unrhymed Japanese poem recording the essence of a moment. Nature is combined with human nature. It usually consists of three lines of 5/7/5 (5 onji in the first line, 7 onji in the second line, and 5 onji in the third line) totaling seventeen onji.
 
 2) A foreign adaptation of 1, usually written in three lines totaling 17 syllables or LESS.
 
 As you will notice, there are two definitions. Definition #1 is where many get confused. People tend to confuse onji with the English syllable.
 
 This is like comparing apples to oranges. Onji cannot be compared to syllables.
 
 Unless you are Japanese, have been writing Japanese, or speak fluent Japanese, you will be writing definition #2.
 
 The difference between the two is that in definition #2, you will be writing three lines of poetry, 17 syllables or LESS.
 
 This means you do not have to write three lines of 5/7/5 (5 syllables in the first line, 7 syllables in the second line, and 5 syllables in the third line). You may do so, if you can do it well without fluff words (many can't). If you write 5/7/5, that does not make your poem more of a haiku than someone who does not write 5/7/5.
 
 An ideal haiku should be short/long/short - but that depends on the haiku itself. There is nothing wrong with 5/7/5, if that is what you want to write. However, the majority of modern haiku in most of the journals are not 5/7/5. That doesn't mean that it doesn't have its place.
 
 However, it is all "haiku," not "haiku" and "other." It's just haiku. If you like, you can refer to 5/7/5 as "traditional" -- but even that is not entirely accurate, as it is quickly becoming more traditional to veer away from 5/7/5. The plural of haiku is also haiku, NOT haikus.
 
 After you have been writing and studying haiku for a while, you may be ready to break a rule. This is fine, if it is needed to improve the quality of an individual haiku.
 
 However, before breaking any haiku rule, you must learn and practice the rules.
 
 Then after you are more experienced, you can determine which rule, if any, you want to break on occasion.
 
 Break rules out of experience, not inexperience.
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      (Agree/Disagree?) 
  Ah..... 
  Who can resist Haiku time? 
    
  (a response to Jules's third Haiku) 
  Yes..we still have sex 
  But Viagra is not cheap 
  And our brood has fled 
    
  Burning system books 
  Oh, sweet illiteracy 
  Thank you, firepit 
    
  Faith of my fathers 
  Rusty blades cut raggedly 
  Hand me a clean knife 
    
  These god's and monsters 
  It's far to dark inside this well 
  to tell them apart 
    
  Jesus loves me so 
  But get him off me for now 
  He's crushing my smokes 
    
  Water runs uphill 
  Linkletter speaks before the grave 
  FUCK ME Mocumba 
    
  Santa Cruz Cali. 
  Comes any good thing from there? 
  ABDICATE! Peter! 
    
  Old Man of the mount 
  leave the little girl alone 
  you have my mother. 
    
  And not a Haiku but with thanks to Omar Khayyan 
    
  A loaf of bread 
  A Jug of Sherry 
  And Berg. 
    
    
  Albatross 
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 |  |   |  |  |  |   |  |  |  |   |  |  |  |  from ChrisG Saturday, November 22, 2003 - 22:44
 
      (Agree/Disagree?) I started writing one to the song "My Life Got Cold", and this is what I (with the help of my husband) came up with for the first verse (chorus left as in the original):
 
 We prayed as we ate
 As we listened to the freaks
 And waited for our time of day
 
 We chalked up because we talked
 We missed get-out because we walked
 Cause we didn't do things their way
 
 We read letters as we choked
 From an old perverted bloke
 As we hid what was on our minds
 
 1993 was the date
 He had prophesied our fate
 We were running, were running, were running
 Out of time
 
 My life got cold
 It happened many years ago
 When summer slipped away
 So chill now oh
 We’ve got many years to go
 So take it day by day
 
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 |  |  from Jerseygirl Saturday, November 22, 2003 - 18:26
 
      (Agree/Disagree?) I nominate this for article of the month. True comedic genius -- Banal's as well. Good work folks!
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 |  |  from banal_commentator Saturday, November 22, 2003 - 01:34
 
      (Agree/Disagree?) 
  What's a Haiku?? 
    
  Jesus tells us it will rain 
  But next day sun shines  
  Sweet Jesus tests our faith 
    
  We molest our children 
  Now the police bang on our door 
  That damn devil again 
    
  Tell teenagers go for gold  
  Single mothers now on our hands 
  Did I not give you a choice my children? 
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