Could be wrong you see
but this simple song for ye
could be my last.
Scottish haiku.
They think they are smart
Dissenting orgers will soon
Go off to org jail
I hope Haiku 'fans' will follow up on this with more and much better.
"A family tree can wither if nobody tends it's roots"
Could be wrong you see
but this simple song for ye
could be my last.
Scottish haiku.
In the image of God? You must be joking!
A simple oldtimer
Bad ryhmer
One Liner
Nothing finer.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They never fail
To moan and wail
At lack of email
When sent to org.jail.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From: http://home.clara.net/nhi/gepm002.htm
"The haiku originates from Japan.
How To Write Haiku
The haiku is a very simple form of writing. So think many poets exposed to this verse for the first time. The more perceptive of them soon realise that it can in reality be rather difficult. A casual glance at magazines or web pages will often show a wealth of examples, good, bad and indifferent. On asking further the poet usually gets told that haiku are traditionally written in three lines of 5-7-5 syllables. They may also be told that all haiku include a "season word" (kigo) to indicate the time of year to which the haiku relates. For a beginning this might do."
So, an example might be like this -
rain drops keep falling
rivers flow swiftly, seawards
to make us more rain
though "season" isn't mentioned.
Are the rules 'hard and fast' as regards form? Probably not anymore, but applying them does make haiku writing more of an inspiring challenge.
"A family tree can wither if nobody tends it's roots"
I don't know who wrote it but it was sent to me long ago and I love it -
ERROR MESSAGES
First snow, then silence.
This thousand dollar screen
Dies so beautifully.
Stay the patient course.
Of little worth is your ire
The network is down.
That which you seek
Cannot be located
But endless others exist.
Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent and reboot.
Order shall return.
Aborted effort:
Close all that you have.
You ask far too much.
With searching comes loss
And the presence of absence;
"My Novel" not found.
A file that big?
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
You are attempting a journey
Along a muddled path
File Not Found.
The Tao that is seen
Is not the true Tao until
You bring fresh toner.
Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.
Three things are certain:
Death, taxes and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.
You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.
Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.
Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be retyped.
Serious error.
All Shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.
The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
"A family tree can wither if nobody tends it's roots"
It seems this to me
With cold bare trees around us
We should watch our step.
In the image of God? You must be joking!
It seems this to me
With the coldness of winter
We should wrap up warm
(And thanks for the starter from the previous posting).
"A family tree can wither if nobody tends it's roots"
In jail for our sins
The frost will sharply bite us
We must then take care.
In the image of God? You must be joking!
And then we get out
And we rejoin our org friends
Are we repentant?
"A family tree can wither if nobody tends it's roots"
To repent means guilt
the bright sun of innocence
shines upon me now.
In the image of God? You must be joking!
We three who must write
When the first snow is falling
Will share the same cell
In the image of God? You must be joking!
Summer's almost gone
Soon leaves will be falling
To the ground again
I am living for today, always remembering yesterday, and looking forward to tomorrow!
Summer days will fade
And autumn's golden glory
Will colour our world
I am living for today, always remembering yesterday, and looking forward to tomorrow!
Steve Irwin has died
Little man, larger than life
Many will miss you
Last edited by Sporran; 05-Sep-06 at 17:26.
I am living for today, always remembering yesterday, and looking forward to tomorrow!
Not season related but true (for many) nevertheless
The hoover sits in
its own little cupboard space
gathering much dust
Sparkling dewdrops on a spider's web
Autumn's here
And summer's dead.
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