A literal technique ‘opposite’ to prose (e.g. everyday speech).
Two flying geese thrill
Slowly to west side with skill
Moist morning and chill
Waning moon of white fulfill
Medium blue skies still
Lots of wispiness
Light blue skies feathered caress
Many days of tendril express
Praying Mother to us Bless
Golden Face relief no stress
Two more samples of tanka in monorhyme.
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Flynn:
Left early for lunch
High noon with feeling poop punch
Emergency hunch
Relief on toilet bowl bunch
Parent bought egg rolls for lunch.
Dental office fix
Paid one two five dollar ticks
Souvenirs molds bricks
Soft pink putty to hard brown mix
Night guard for TMJ clicks
Happy with a cluck
Theft alarm hot – car stuck
Time twenty no luck
Called insurance then tow truck
Thirty minutes wait – a schmuck.
Faith and People:
Hark! David John Munoz!
Elder one ‘spoked’ deep blue eyes
Santa’s white hair guise
Magic touch – God’s friendly guys
Sign of cross to clear blue skies
Coffee money pour
Happy smile rapport
Garcia Senior.
Called for bad and good news bore
No more metal to the floor.
Five more poem of tanka in monorhyme.
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Brown river flowing
From one pint chocolate chug
More than three flushes
Down the toilet with my hope
Being stuck with these airheads
I’m not excited
to learn of their engagements –
Two happy airheads
Black sheep in love with themselves
Don’t expect a big wedding.
Potential mean aunt
No such things as holidays
Christmas or Easter
For Buddhist philosophies
Will deny their existence
Projected anger
Broom stick against parakeet
For being horny
Calmed the little beast to rest
All is well for now I guess.
A poem of four tankas.
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Black fly on white wall
I bade it: ‘Leave – go away!’
Eyes could not find fly.
Black fly sat on green pillow,
did not move and looked at me.
My back scratching stick
nudged the sleeping fly awake.
Still fly did not move
and was not ordinary.
Scared fly jumped on my right thumb.
A poem of two tanka.
Author’s note: Occurred around 08:55PM-09:00PM.
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20070306:
My poop is real
and cannot be forced with deal
until there’s a feel
20070307:
Emergency call
Eleven-two-two crawl
For a lie-censed fall
20070308:
What is up with that
when someone says, ‘Crap?’
It’s an utter trap.
20070309:
Satellite map of brown
with airport westward of the town
by a three crossed crown.
20070311:
Morning
Garlic cloves were chopped.
Browned in ‘ragging’ oil – it popped.
Stored in glassware; – topped.
More wispy clouds – no breeze
Singing birds and blooming trees –
Some trails gone with ease
Afternoon
Trace calls from spammers
Twelve-two-two P.M slurs
Dark ‘angers’ refers
‘Paw’ pulled the yard weeds
‘Maw’s hair cut; no handbag needs;
Bargains on grown seeds
Evening
Washed with no soap bar
Removed dirt, oil, grime and tar
Vacuumed my gray car
‘Maw’ repaired my jeans
by hand and sewing machines –
waistline tight as teens.
Ten more haiku poems in monorhyme.
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Ode to pie.
Sigh
Sweet food reply
Cry
Savory supply
All for one when we see eye to eye
Dish bake
Two-crust, one-crust: crossed rake
Naming pies some fake
Golden stake
Sweeter kind is cake.
Vegetables or fruits, fish or meats
Chocolate, custards, creams, cheese, nuts, sweets
Bottom only crust – tart treats
Slices served or bite-sized party eats
Well cooked heats
Pastry
Sugar free
Blind-baked no fillings – light, airy
Butter puff glee
Short, sweet, hot-water spree
Dessert
Clear the table alert
Tooth decay flirt
Tummy hurt
Afters pert
‘Coffyn’ has more crust than willing.
No pie-ing.
Filling
Eskimo or moon chilling
Cream or topped pie throwing thrilling
A poem of six stanzas in monorhyme based on the numerical value of π (pi) truncated to thirty (30) decimal places.
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20061122:
Dreamt of a number
First may be one, five, oh, won
or one, six, owe, one.
20061125 and 20061129:
Two cross formations
First four, large gold and white blobs
Second small red blobs
20070403:
Dreamt twice five people
Alicia or Alison
Two to my left side
One in front. One to my right
poured liquid into her cup.
20070304:
Two gray colored sites
Zero on top, one below
Flight from left to right
20070306:
I had a dream one night
About a winged flight
From zero to one – twice stopping at the right ledge:
A man with outstretched hands
by the bright yellow sands
on lower left of elliptic island’s pledge.
A poem of four haiku, one tanka and one patterned after Robert Burns.
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Morning:
Nature
More wispy white clouds
Over our house and beyond
Blue skies no trail mix
Pets
Five birds remaining
Cool shower then hair dryer
Warmed under the sun
Afternoon:
Nature
Large, wispy white clouds
White trail bent to a bow
Flight path towards south
People
Paw blowing the leaves
Maw and her daughter eating
Contentment supreme
Evening:
Nature
Flying flocks of birds
Thin wings over three dozen
Wavy path to north
Pods
Unconcerned BratBoy’
and gloating girl of airhead
Thoughtless with no help
Six more haiku poems.
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Evening Clouds:
Light pink and blue skies
Light purple trails of dragons
Light blue disk shaped clouds
Teacher Teach:
Sifu and Sufi
sat under a shaded tree.
They are students too.
Somas Minds:
Some of us have minds.
Then again we are nothing.
Milky Whay tastes good.
Three Numbers:
The numbers five four
Plus seventy-seven more-
We are human Christ.
Four more haiku poems.
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Yes, Peter rocks his world sometimes
by casting harsh stones at his soul
and taking bankers on a stroll
He rocks to the world through hard times.
Noone understands him. He’s sad.
He hides his fear and laughs. He’s mad.
Many took the fall of bag primes.
Nothing left but the inhumane.
They crown each other though insane
Author’s note: First attempt at Constanza poem.
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People of Earth: Stop your fighting!
Laws of the land are in writing;
Via an online petition
By the Undersigned submission-
With the number Five Thirty Two
American and allied forces:
Stand-down Order does endorses.
A legal and moral duty
Demand not to harm earth’s beauty.
Do not test the resolve of the crew.
Demand for Judicial Proceedings
is to resolve in open hearings.
Repair the damage; right the wrongs
Turn diplomacy into songs
towards peace as a new world view.
A poem of three, five-lined stanzas with eight syllables in aabbC pattern.
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Two of us are nothing.
Our twin is not something.
Three stands between us where one twin resides.
I am six within six;-
with six within the mix.
We are the guardians to your left, right and insides.
I am an Alpha Eye.
My Truth is not to lie.
My journey does not end with the sixth prime.
I am the Ying and Yang:-
Lone dove or with snake’s fang.
I owe nothing to no-one by stopping time.
Poem patterned after Robert Burns.
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