Good morning Folks,
Just a quick heads up. This weekend is the Great Backyard Bird Count. So while your gazing out the window, trying to come up with an Exciting X haiku for Moi's challenge this week. Count the birds you see, tally them up and send the count in.
So far today we've counted: 179 Lesser Scaup, 28 Seagulls, 8 Crows and 2 Geese.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Wednesday, December 07, 2011
Haiku Monday: The Winner
Good evening Campers,
Time for the recap. A most interesting competition this week. I don't think I've ever had so many deleted comments. Nor did I understand that time or the passage thereof seems to bother some folks. Being of the belief that you can stop it. Going with the flow seems to be the best way to deal with time's passage. Maintain oneself as best you can and enjoy the ride. Ok enough of all that, let's get on with it.
Jean was first into the fray with:
Time out of mind was
or yet to be remembered
in one-thought pieces.
Once upon a time
this time seemed neverending.
all time is not ours.
A most interesting lamentation of time going by. She had two others on her site, well worth the read if you can stop by.
Troll having just returned from the modern day Sodom and Gomorrah, presented us with:
Neither clear nor fair?
You're seeing through dark glasses.
God's Law is timeless.
The most interesting reality that all that happens isn't necessarily clear or fare.
Curmudgeon jumped in with, delay that. Hobbled in with:
Here in the future,
fusion, peace. How do I know?
Read it twenty years ago.
Warm breast and a burp,
school, love, marriage, children.
Next time...out of time
Well his syllable counts were problematic, his sentiments were good. I hope to see fusion, however it's not likely in our lifetimes. At least not on a usable scale. I think your second one catches many of us directly in the crosshairs of reality.
Moi composed:
Planet's birth record?
No need to time travel. Check
Canyon's grand design
To my mind an ode to the sedimentary record mother nature has left us in the beauty that is the Grand Canyon.
Serendipity brought forth two:
Time etches through time;
Water carves banded castles.
Sand becomes new rock.
Time in wild places
Ticks on a different beat
It no longer counts
Also extolling the timeless beauty of mother nature.
Pam gave us:
Older, wiser, but
know I have a lot to learn.
Loved every minute.
Another season
passes by while I commute.
Years move quicker now
Reminding us that you're never too old to learn and that while our commutes progressively get slower, our perception of time seems to get faster. Not weak at all.
Fishy composed:
Once upon sometime
My life joined yours "forever".
How is this measured?
Time's slippage is etched
into these smiling crows feet.
Mirrors lie to me
Blowfish is a lucky man. None of us know how forever is measured, however if there's an afterlife. I'm hoping you get to pick your age. Myself I'm going for mid thirties the returned from the mirror wasn't too bad then.
Rafael presented
Imagination
Watched sun and moon turn the tides
Man invented time
A most accurate depiction for no other creature is obsessed with time the way we are.
Uncles entry:
Nineteen Eighty-five
With a flux capacitor-
Back to the future!
This one seems to have started a most interesting exchange that got Aunty Belle so flustered she didn't produce one of her own. Humorous but we miss her participation. Sure would like to get my own flux capacitor working.
Czar composed:
Deadlines, mortgages:
Accordion-like squeezes,
But like trolley cars . . .
Tomorrow — flexing
Like a whore — and tomorrow.
Shakespeared; lad insane.
In my slow minded way, I had to ask for some explanation which he graciously provided. And in the one that can fit the term "flexing like a whore" into anything deserves a pat on the back. Sir your ability to engage subplots would have made Shakespeare proud.
Fluer's entry:
Second hand sweeps.
My pulse thrums like summer rain;
one beat skips for you.
I'm glad you could play this week, your laments of the heart of are always touching.
And speaking of touching CoryJo's:
Giggles & Laughter.
Here one minute, gone the next.
Where did the time go
We never know where the time has gone. One day we look up and everything is changed. Not necessarily for the bad, just different. You have lots of time with giggles and laughter left. And with the three new additions to your family there will be plenty more. Congratulations.
While I'm normally drawn to the natural, Moi, Rafael and Serendipity. I find that a bond of partners through time is not only important, but for me right now, timely.
Fishy you've won it with:
Once upon sometime
My life joined yours "forever".
How is this measured?
Please let us know that you will host next week and provide a topic. I would suggest posting here and Toll's so that everyone gets the link.
Thank you all for playing!
Time for the recap. A most interesting competition this week. I don't think I've ever had so many deleted comments. Nor did I understand that time or the passage thereof seems to bother some folks. Being of the belief that you can stop it. Going with the flow seems to be the best way to deal with time's passage. Maintain oneself as best you can and enjoy the ride. Ok enough of all that, let's get on with it.
Jean was first into the fray with:
Time out of mind was
or yet to be remembered
in one-thought pieces.
Once upon a time
this time seemed neverending.
all time is not ours.
A most interesting lamentation of time going by. She had two others on her site, well worth the read if you can stop by.
Troll having just returned from the modern day Sodom and Gomorrah, presented us with:
Neither clear nor fair?
You're seeing through dark glasses.
God's Law is timeless.
The most interesting reality that all that happens isn't necessarily clear or fare.
Curmudgeon jumped in with, delay that. Hobbled in with:
Here in the future,
fusion, peace. How do I know?
Read it twenty years ago.
Warm breast and a burp,
school, love, marriage, children.
Next time...out of time
Well his syllable counts were problematic, his sentiments were good. I hope to see fusion, however it's not likely in our lifetimes. At least not on a usable scale. I think your second one catches many of us directly in the crosshairs of reality.
Moi composed:
Planet's birth record?
No need to time travel. Check
Canyon's grand design
To my mind an ode to the sedimentary record mother nature has left us in the beauty that is the Grand Canyon.
Serendipity brought forth two:
Time etches through time;
Water carves banded castles.
Sand becomes new rock.
Time in wild places
Ticks on a different beat
It no longer counts
Also extolling the timeless beauty of mother nature.
Pam gave us:
Older, wiser, but
know I have a lot to learn.
Loved every minute.
Another season
passes by while I commute.
Years move quicker now
Reminding us that you're never too old to learn and that while our commutes progressively get slower, our perception of time seems to get faster. Not weak at all.
Fishy composed:
Once upon sometime
My life joined yours "forever".
How is this measured?
Time's slippage is etched
into these smiling crows feet.
Mirrors lie to me
Blowfish is a lucky man. None of us know how forever is measured, however if there's an afterlife. I'm hoping you get to pick your age. Myself I'm going for mid thirties the returned from the mirror wasn't too bad then.
Rafael presented
Imagination
Watched sun and moon turn the tides
Man invented time
A most accurate depiction for no other creature is obsessed with time the way we are.
Uncles entry:
Nineteen Eighty-five
With a flux capacitor-
Back to the future!
This one seems to have started a most interesting exchange that got Aunty Belle so flustered she didn't produce one of her own. Humorous but we miss her participation. Sure would like to get my own flux capacitor working.
Czar composed:
Deadlines, mortgages:
Accordion-like squeezes,
But like trolley cars . . .
Tomorrow — flexing
Like a whore — and tomorrow.
Shakespeared; lad insane.
In my slow minded way, I had to ask for some explanation which he graciously provided. And in the one that can fit the term "flexing like a whore" into anything deserves a pat on the back. Sir your ability to engage subplots would have made Shakespeare proud.
Fluer's entry:
Second hand sweeps.
My pulse thrums like summer rain;
one beat skips for you.
I'm glad you could play this week, your laments of the heart of are always touching.
And speaking of touching CoryJo's:
Giggles & Laughter.
Here one minute, gone the next.
Where did the time go
We never know where the time has gone. One day we look up and everything is changed. Not necessarily for the bad, just different. You have lots of time with giggles and laughter left. And with the three new additions to your family there will be plenty more. Congratulations.
While I'm normally drawn to the natural, Moi, Rafael and Serendipity. I find that a bond of partners through time is not only important, but for me right now, timely.
Fishy you've won it with:
Once upon sometime
My life joined yours "forever".
How is this measured?
Please let us know that you will host next week and provide a topic. I would suggest posting here and Toll's so that everyone gets the link.
Thank you all for playing!
Sunday, December 04, 2011
Haiku Monday: Time
Welcome to Haiku Monday!
A weekly contest created by Troll and attended by many fine folks. It's an exercise of intellect and generally lot of fun. Last week our host Serendipity graciously chose me as the winner. So this week I play host again. The topic: Time. You have plenty of it and never enough. Pick your favorite perception and play. Please enjoy!
2 to be judged, 5-7-5 format.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Haiku Monday: The Winner
Good evening, well here we are another haiku Monday has come and gone. Time to pick a winner.
First bit of a recap:
Boxer jumped in first with:
Even as she sleeps
a thousand thoughts and feelings
are etched in her face
Not sure whether she's talking about herself or Coco either way I like this one.
Moi:
Duck—here come her hands!"
Sorry! Mute without them. Blame
Latin genetics.
Her visual made it fit perfectly.
Then Czar popped in with:
Pooch’s extreme itch:
“Try expressing anal glands?”
Maybe you . . . Not me.
And thankfully he didn't post a visual.
And with:
Attempts fail: Quick jolt
desire reveals vocab lapse.
“Expresso”? Next, please.
Yes sir, coffee before speech can often be prudent.
Curmudgeon was next with:
Chill wind and headaches
Icy cold, fingers frozen
Pain wrinkles my face
And
Thank you DMV
Triplets are in my future
or so I appear.
Both expressions we all likely know well. Perhaps not the folks from Florida. If you haven't had a chance to stop by Curmudgeons, you should. He's quite an entertaining writer.
Serendipity gave us:
As free as a bird;
More than just an expression,
It’s elemental.
And
Happy expression,
Molly’s vole dance is pure joy.
A dog’s morning play.
The visual for Molly's dance was indeed pure joy.
Fleur's haiku was:
Geisha's winter face.
Frozen lake with life beneath
cracks under his kiss.
How you manage to find those Geisha's, I don't know, yet the comedic relief was perfect.
Pam entered with:
The look on his face
did not match with what he said.
Liar expressions.
And
Expression of love:
tiny boy child sees grammy
and smiles, her heart melts.
Not at all weak attempts. The kireji in the last line of your first one was well done and anyone who's seen the face of Caleb knows exactly the sentiment of your second.
Troll interrupted his vacation to give us a front row seat to what has become national news:
All they should say is:
"Gentlemen, Start your engines!".
Moochelle gave speeches.
You really have to wonder, what they were thinking. I appreciate you taking the time out of your busy schedule to participate.
Fishy gave us:
Hitchin' his britches,
straw chewin' sloucher whistles...
Blam! Killed in one look
An ode to the movie cowboy or perhaps the radio cowboy. As one passed in a very similar fashion on Gunsmoke, Sunday night on the radio.
K9 presented two:
Movement, abstraction,
uniquely American;
Pollock's expression
and
Hated Facebook
expression: duck lips kissing
in bathroom mirror
The first one I understood immediately, the second I have yet to figure out. Perhaps an inside joke between she and Moi.
Foam serenaded us with:
Sublime sounds caress...
A riveted audience.
Bach's St. John Passion
Bach's beautiful expression of his faith. Give it a listen you won't be sorry.
Aunty Belle being cryptic as she can be at times gave us the mathematical question:
XY + 2X?
May or December it's still
Unfathomable.
To which I have to answer. Perhaps, yet I would enter the equation. K+D=4. I particularly enjoyed the Einstein visual.
And finally Corey Joe. Don't worry, you're worth waiting for. She gave us:
Cookies & milk gone.
The presents under the tree.
Children squeal: Pure Joy.
The expression of children's faces on Christmas morn. She must have the children, we all like to think about.
So now you're thinking where is he going with all this. Well I'll tell you. Thank you all for playing this week. Boxer and Foam your runner's this week. And Foam thank you, I had not heard the entire piece before now, I have because of you.
Serendipity, you win it this week with Redtail, Your expression of freedom of flight is most appealing. So grab your badge and post it proudly.
Please let us know if you will host and your topic for next week. A question to the collective, should the next contest be postponed due to the holiday weekend?
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you!
First bit of a recap:
Boxer jumped in first with:
Even as she sleeps
a thousand thoughts and feelings
are etched in her face
Not sure whether she's talking about herself or Coco either way I like this one.
Moi:
Duck—here come her hands!"
Sorry! Mute without them. Blame
Latin genetics.
Her visual made it fit perfectly.
Then Czar popped in with:
Pooch’s extreme itch:
“Try expressing anal glands?”
Maybe you . . . Not me.
And thankfully he didn't post a visual.
And with:
Attempts fail: Quick jolt
desire reveals vocab lapse.
“Expresso”? Next, please.
Yes sir, coffee before speech can often be prudent.
Curmudgeon was next with:
Chill wind and headaches
Icy cold, fingers frozen
Pain wrinkles my face
And
Thank you DMV
Triplets are in my future
or so I appear.
Both expressions we all likely know well. Perhaps not the folks from Florida. If you haven't had a chance to stop by Curmudgeons, you should. He's quite an entertaining writer.
Serendipity gave us:
As free as a bird;
More than just an expression,
It’s elemental.
And
Happy expression,
Molly’s vole dance is pure joy.
A dog’s morning play.
The visual for Molly's dance was indeed pure joy.
Fleur's haiku was:
Geisha's winter face.
Frozen lake with life beneath
cracks under his kiss.
How you manage to find those Geisha's, I don't know, yet the comedic relief was perfect.
Pam entered with:
The look on his face
did not match with what he said.
Liar expressions.
And
Expression of love:
tiny boy child sees grammy
and smiles, her heart melts.
Not at all weak attempts. The kireji in the last line of your first one was well done and anyone who's seen the face of Caleb knows exactly the sentiment of your second.
Troll interrupted his vacation to give us a front row seat to what has become national news:
All they should say is:
"Gentlemen, Start your engines!".
Moochelle gave speeches.
You really have to wonder, what they were thinking. I appreciate you taking the time out of your busy schedule to participate.
Fishy gave us:
Hitchin' his britches,
straw chewin' sloucher whistles...
Blam! Killed in one look
An ode to the movie cowboy or perhaps the radio cowboy. As one passed in a very similar fashion on Gunsmoke, Sunday night on the radio.
K9 presented two:
Movement, abstraction,
uniquely American;
Pollock's expression
and
Hated Facebook
expression: duck lips kissing
in bathroom mirror
The first one I understood immediately, the second I have yet to figure out. Perhaps an inside joke between she and Moi.
Foam serenaded us with:
Sublime sounds caress...
A riveted audience.
Bach's St. John Passion
Bach's beautiful expression of his faith. Give it a listen you won't be sorry.
Aunty Belle being cryptic as she can be at times gave us the mathematical question:
XY + 2X?
May or December it's still
Unfathomable.
To which I have to answer. Perhaps, yet I would enter the equation. K+D=4. I particularly enjoyed the Einstein visual.
And finally Corey Joe. Don't worry, you're worth waiting for. She gave us:
Cookies & milk gone.
The presents under the tree.
Children squeal: Pure Joy.
The expression of children's faces on Christmas morn. She must have the children, we all like to think about.
So now you're thinking where is he going with all this. Well I'll tell you. Thank you all for playing this week. Boxer and Foam your runner's this week. And Foam thank you, I had not heard the entire piece before now, I have because of you.
Serendipity, you win it this week with Redtail, Your expression of freedom of flight is most appealing. So grab your badge and post it proudly.
Please let us know if you will host and your topic for next week. A question to the collective, should the next contest be postponed due to the holiday weekend?
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you!
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