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|Posted by: uberlegen May 19 2006, 11:22 AM|
| Smooth talker, he's not.
Saying all of the right things,
All in the wrong way.
Meh, not much, but it's early.
|Posted by: TibbyMSTie May 19 2006, 01:32 PM|
| Pushing him away
She tries to feign worthlessness
But this is Largo
|Posted by: maldrul May 19 2006, 01:34 PM|
| She cries because she
thinks she's not worth playing
He tells her she's wrong
|Posted by: AkaiLady May 19 2006, 02:18 PM|
| [irish haiku]
Her heart is torn into pieces,
Wishing he would just ceases,
Confounded and lost,
Not sure of the cost,
They both stumble along in the creases.
Gosh dangit stop it!
|Posted by: Monkey-Sensei May 19 2006, 02:21 PM|
| This one, obviously, is from Erika's POV:
I am not worth it
I don't deserve affection
Stop proving me wrong
|Posted by: Shoka May 19 2006, 11:06 PM|
| "Looks like it will rain."
"Then it's not worth going out?"
"I've got a rain coat."
Hayasaka, there's no need to rain;
If you do, it is you who's to blame,
'Cuz I mean what I say:
If it's lame, I won't play.
Have you noticed I'm playing the game?
|Posted by: Ragnarok May 19 2006, 11:30 PM|
| Piro's status as
Is in jeopardy.
It seems Largo's an
But is this not a
It's no secret that
Piro's a better
Quake player than Largo is.
|Posted by: NekuraEtowaru May 21 2006, 06:58 PM|
| End the suffering
Let him see what's in your heart
The roulette wheel spins...
|Posted by: kensain May 22 2006, 03:29 AM|
| Turning from my past
Stopping the story of my death
I talk of feelings
I try hard and yet,
Tears stain her beautiful face
What did i do wrong?
I feel her sadness
Her self-made hell consumes her
Pity fills the air...
|Posted by: NekuraEtowaru May 23 2006, 09:02 PM|
| Shrouded in darkness
Her beauty concealed from view
|Posted by: Mintaka May 23 2006, 09:06 PM|
| Only the brave de-
(You can't win if you don't play)
-serve the fair. I'm in.
|Posted by: Excaliburproxy May 23 2006, 09:06 PM|
| Haikus are meant for japanese. Not English.
I doesn't work. Its meant to be a form of concrete poetry where symbols create an asteticly plaesing, if not simple, form. please never again degrade the artform with this language.
Please note though. English is the superior language. Just writes sonnets instead. Wax with the mad iambic pentameter
|Posted by: NekuraEtowaru May 23 2006, 10:02 PM|
[!Haiku] Oh LORD, not this again! We've had this debate once already a couple months ago. Save yourself some mental cycles and just let it go. More to the point though, commentary should be a separate thread, anyway. [/!Haiku]
Haiku or just pretention?
Why does it matter?
|Posted by: uberlegen May 23 2006, 10:39 PM|
| Disputatious posts.
Render it all meaningless,
Erika comes first.
[!haiku] I liked this strip very much. Or maybe I just like Erika very much. [/!haiku]
|Posted by: JRandomLurker May 23 2006, 11:07 PM|
are stubborn and http://at.org/~glump/haiku/
in our ways;
this is play, not art
and sonnets are hard
(but note that
good haiku are
Largo knows that girls
who can run on his platform
are extremely rare
|Posted by: rufiangel May 23 2006, 11:51 PM|
[!haiku] Just correcting some spelling and punctuation mistakes~ 'Cause if you're gonna make the claim that English is superior as a language, it's really an opinion, plus of course it helps to have good English while making that claim~[/!haiku]
One sentence whirls her around.
Blushing, filled with hope.
[!haiku] That said, haikus in English do sometimes fall flat when they're just a sentence broken up. But the MT boards have very talent haiku-ists. [/!haiku]
[EDIT] Forgot s'more mistakes to correct~ my own too! [/EDIT]
|Posted by: NekuraEtowaru May 24 2006, 12:05 AM|
| Ice, cracked and shifting
The solstice promises change
Amid jagged floes
|Posted by: Small Pink Mouse May 24 2006, 12:24 AM|
| Woman is a prize.
Is courtship poker or chess?
No matter. Let's play.
My Pawn to King Four.
The board lacks pieces? Yes, I know.
I still move the pawn.
|Posted by: bulmabriefs144 May 24 2006, 11:50 AM|
| "Stop making me cry!"
She said while being w33py,
Largo gave her Truth.
She bawled for aeons,
Then at last she told of games,
Long ago she had play'd.
"They seemed alright,
at least at first try," she said.
"But then they sucked."
with his holy Truth, "I don't
play lame games at all."
Eri blushed and said
once more unto him, wailing,
"Stop making me cry!"
Not so, my young friend,
Haiku is God's gift to words,
All is said with it.
|Posted by: Mintaka May 25 2006, 06:34 PM|
| My friend, the sonnet is a simple form
For those who've read enough. Also, haiku
Does not require some great mental storm
Or superpowered skill from me or you.
The art of poetry is what is hard;
It's never mastered by the greatest pen.
But that's no reason not to mount your shard
Of what is beauty next to Will's. Write, then!
Tokyo in Spring/More cherries and less thunder
Lightning stabs two hearts --
And inkstained paper
Conducts the charge to readers/Astound with wonder
For silicon and dream have/Made them no insulator
See? There need be no choosing.
Now, let us have no talk of better or worse languages or poetic forms. The form and the media are as flexible as the mind of the maker.