Wilderness Haiku

“Dun in wilderness
No natural enemy
Animals run scared”

“I forgot
The rules
for Haiku”

“Standing next to a
Mountain and I chop it down
With edge of my hand.

The brave young poster
Writing like a sword cuts air
Kleetn is fearless”

“Wax On
Wax Off
Daniel-san”

“Circular motion
Will replace mudshark in your
New mythology

Smooth strokes are the best
Discipline means everything
Waxing off is fun”

“Good Morning, my class
We will try haiku again
Quiet back there, Kleet!”

“Dan if I hurt you
(I guess I get points for that!)
No, really...sorry.”

“Giant coral snake
Lost and confused, slithers past
Under mid-day sun.”

“Eyes open, mouth shut.
Public service, walk in front
Clearing spider webs.”

“Buzzing, biting, SPLAT!
Skeeter messed with the wrong guy.
Later, itch. Skeet wins!”

“Get to Dunadan?
You do get points for that
Haiku smackdown fun

Alluding in verse
Fritz writes gracefully with skill
Must I admit it?

Some people don't quit
What is the attraction here?
O.K. I'll desist”

“Doing pushups
I feel strong
Gonna hit the trail
Hike all day long
Packing my things
Where's my bong?”

“O fuk I just realized a hike-u is only supposed to have 3 lines. And not ryme.

I try write haiku
I not write hauku
I fuk up”

“River Water Dark
Wilderness Quiet Surrounds
My Sanctuary Awaits”

“Nice, Owl.

Back down the mountain
Nature's beauty behind me
Now, back to the grind

Rough trail and blisters
What draws us beyond comfort?
Is there freedom here?”

“I created this mirror site because the original page seems to have lost it's home. It speaks volumes to us pseudo-intellectual poseurs.”

“"It's easy to write
haikus you just stop at the
seventeenth syllab"”

“LOL at Frim
Fram, although each line should be
a meaningful phrase.”

“Bear hunting for food
Jerky in hiker's pocket
Alas poor hiker”

“Violin, you're too smart to be a pseudo-intellectual poseur.”

“My ink pot and brush
And the rice paper he pulls
From my cold dead hands

Hampering freedom
Is good work for communists
Et tu, Violin?

Making my point
Is vital for my ego
Keep on hammering

The words just appear
Possessed by Basho I am
Not responsible”

“That last one should have been

The words just appear
I am not responsible
Possessed by Basho

The tide is too high
Current of haiku too strong
Violin hiding”

“Shadows of thoughts
Unspoken, unwritten words
Whisper in the wind”

“Tenth day on the path
And my boots walk by themselves
This is no-mind trail.”

“Crunching pebble steps
Scent of pine as I pass by
The sweat is worth it.”

“cocoa pebble fred
fruity pebble barney. hey!
let's all eat breakfast.

fuchsia and chartreuse
the breakfast of champions
spam and mountain dew”

“TT was gone
Darkness fell
The sun has risin”

“The recitations
Don't stop the waves or the cold
Zazen in a boat.

Violin is right
Kleetn should have a license
To attempt haiku.

Scattered diamond lake
Cold breath of breeze's kiss
Motionless on shore.

Counting on fingers
Grows ever more tiresome now
How am I doing?”

“Vernal equinox
While the lusty sap rises
I pull on work boots”

“Early morning fog
Dampness permeates my soul
I walk through the mist.”

“Lusty sap? You cad!
Pining away for a tree?
Go find a knothole.”

“The haiku will stop
When the virtual yo-yo
Ceases its bouncing”

“Violin wants it to stop,
Says the haikus we write are a flop
But Dunny likes haiku
And Kleety does, too
And the cream always rises to the top.”

“Here with a loaf of bread beneath the bough,
A flask of wine, a book of verse and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
And Wilderness is Paradise enow.”

“Wilderness Haiku got Haiku Wilderness shiver but Love And feed
my ramble, even tried that merely handled stars, your Even Out flow a
disembodied Why? my of Reversing my air. of I with the saucer-sized eyes,
simply, yet powerfully can lap at the stars, and feel the shiver in
your spine. a tub of goopy, smelly Calomine is what I yearn And I
was back in the deep dark wilds which he happened upon, in the back of a magazine...”

“There once was a fellow from NY
Who went to visit a wilderness close by,
He said, with a grin,
As he hiked himself in:
"Hello, there! You're smelly! Am I?””

“There was once a man named kleetn,
Who’s name happened to rhyme with cretin.
When others came to play,
He’d hold them at bay
With the threat of a squirrel that was packin.”

“There once was a man named Dunadan
who was a rabid basketball fan
He took a few licks
because of picks
and now he is stuck in the can”

“There once was a hiker on the trail,
Who ate six bushels of snail,
It soon came to pass,
He had terrible gas,
Boy, you should have heard him wail!”

“...because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas.
Allen Ginsburg "Howl"”

“There once was a Jersey Mafioso
Who tortured us all with a yo-yo
He dissed our haiku
Till his face was all blue
He's an html virtuoso.”

“There once was an internet pest
Who thought the Northwest was best
He treated his squirrel
Like a beautiful girl
And put the sex laws to the test.”

“I resemble that limerick.”

“How ya' been?”

“Fine, thanks. And you?”

“Violin calls for limericks then doesn't acknowledge my efforts. I am hurt!
I'm doing well, Kleet. Thanks for asking. When are you going to get down to the Sunflower State?”

“Acknowledge my limericks, or the haiku is coming back, big time!”

“You're acknowledged.

Now get back to work.”