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spring haiku-a-thon1. for denise
nose touching soft skin
drinking deep; erotic taste
do I smell perfume?
2. the reality of seasons
police sirens scream
a shooting down on broad street
springtime in philly
3. not from around here
explaining to an
out-of-towner what the fuck
is a mummers parade
4. the color red
lasting impression
crimson contrasts against white
lipstick on my collar
5. a frown at father time
admiring dusk
hours hasten onto dawn
nights grow short again
6. hard to write with it
skilled bladesman; sharp steel
sheath conceals the poet's pen
a martial artist
7. good evening, philadelphia
skyline horizon
sunset paints the canvas red
glowing city lights
8. solitary dining
candlelight and wine
rose petals and fine linen
she never arrives
9. unreliable meteorologist
spring ahead once more
no shadow for the groundhog
meanwhile, more snow falls
10. poetic distractions
words upon a page
paragraphs give birth to tales
busy writing prose
11. solitary poet
grasping for embers
hands clutching tendrils of smoke
the spectre of you
12. searching for warmth
restless dreamer wakes
hand slides across a pillow
nobody lies there
13. the forecast for tonight
drumming against glass
beats upon a window pane
rain taps out a tune
14. a daily lullaby
sound breaks the silence
steady pulse of cars and men
as the city wakes
15. in like a lion
schizophrenic month
first cold, then warm, then rainy
must be march again
16. a shared chuckle
scandalous rumors
glancing at another girl
a wink between friends
17. a deadly encounter
shiver down your spine
skin prickles under warm breath
a predator's kiss
18. not as glamorous as it seems
number endless days
ticking clock; no need to wind
immortality
19. what do march showers bring?
haven't seen the moon
eyes drift upward, rain falls down
dreary city streets
20. cigarette not included
artificial smoke
steam rises from parted lips
springtime commences
21. winter in the heart
melancholy wind
breeze blows past an old park bench
he sits there alone
22. a passage through time
empty corridors
stranger travels through the door
to fields of regret
23. to whatever god will listen
candle light within
a church symbolizes hope
day of renewal
24. musing upon haiku
blank piece of paper
words interplay with feelings
writing poetry
25. staying warm through the cold
hand upon my chest
body lying atop mine
my favorite blanket
26. catching up with you
morning of regret
nights full of wine and roses
bloody hangover
27. bah, distractions
impeded progress
real life prevents artistry
a late submission
28. scenes from fairmount park
diligent jogger
grace meets its mortal foe
tripped over a rock
29. dining with sharp teeth
sweeter than brandy
rivulets run down cool flesh
crimson sacrifice
30. the blue-eyed girl, in brief
ponytails flying
little legs sprint down the path
childlike innocence
31. parting, such sweet sorrow
a final poem penned
days of counting syllables
now come to an end
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Philly in springtime, excellent! My little town has a constant parade of sirens screaming down Federal, how well I can relate when the front door is open letting in the springtime air, to have the moment disturbed. A parting of the air and then business as usual again.
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It's especially irritating during the day. Not that it ever stops.
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a lovely start on things here -
people think haiku should stick rigidly to 5-7-5 but not so. you'll see as some haijin progress with the haikuthon -
i'll be watching how yours goes, i hope you will be near watching me - i'd love to know your thoughts from time-to-time.
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I will be certain to share my thoughts. Thank you for sharing yours.
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I had to analyze an entire history of Japanese poetry for classes. >_> If you want me to say my two cents, from a classic point of view, I will. But as a modern poem, I like it. I like the last line, however, I don't see how it has to do with spring. Feelings like that could happen in any season. <_<
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Hmm... good point. Needed to get the blood flowing, so to speak. I'm not very good with flowers and sunshine.
Am just trying to get a handle on the form for now. So many do it a plethora of ways. I take it there's no standard?
English teachers beat 5-7-5 into my mind.
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Well I like how you included a preface, its actually a very common thing to do. Usually they'd be 4 or 5 sentances long, and include the backdrop for some historic event (a famous one is an emperor dedicating a great buddha, the preface was like 3 pages long!), then the poem is more the feeling of how things were, rather than a literal documentation.
And spring has more themes than just happy flowers! It's about beginnings, about innocence, and about the fragility of life, a common (to say the least) theme is flower blossoms bluming beautifully for a week, then falling off, dead. 
Gluck with getting the blood flowin', I'm definitly looking foreward to more. Muahaha!
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I like that.
Hmm... drinking alone at night. Why does this sound familiar?
Thank you for broadening my horizons. Perhaps I can experiment tomorrow? Continue to teach me as you feel led; this is quite fascinating.
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I'm gonna break out the old poetry book and see if I can find some of the ones I'm thinking about. I'm happy to share.
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And I'd be delighted to read.
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Here's one by Izumi Shikubu, who lived her lil' mortal life from 970 - 1030. She wrote it after being abandoned by a man, while at a shrine at night.
So forlorn am I
that when I see a firefly
out on the marshes
It looks like my soul rising
from my body in longing.
Here's a love poem not including a subject about nature by Yamamomo Toshikane, circa 1300'sish:
"It's over," I thought
and decided to regard him
as cruel at heart.
But what pain it causes me
when he asks, "How have you been?"
Lemme tell you, reading these can be fun, but after 100 or so, it's just boring again. >_> Ahhh school, how come I only remember the things I liked...
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I quite like those; however, I can see how a hundred of them would grow tiresome. They at least dispel the myth that all haiku are about cherry blossoms and epic battles.
[link] and [link] have been my favorites so far.
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Awww... You make me blush. 
And Jade is one of the best around here besides [link]
Love those two.
Here is a discussion of haiku that helped me tremendously... [link]
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Thank you for sharing. I quite enjoyed reading through his haiku. Shall have to free a moment to read the discussion as well.
And the compliment was genuine. 
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School jaded me. 
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*chuckles* Poetry is subjective in many ways. The form and structure has perimeters, yes, but it speaks to some while being silent to others. Even more so than prose.
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For me strict form poetry isn't about explaining an incident or feeling, its the inability to do so, where the true meaning is between the lines. Subjective ftw. To me changing the basic structure is just too haughty, it shows disregard for the 'between the lines' thing.
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Hmm, I see your point.
I'll continue to play with that notion as I pen the remainder. Right now, I am completely bullshitting my way through it.
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Thank you kindly. I'll be adding to it each day this week.
Hrm, perhaps this week was meant to be sensual. I shall have to prod the muse in that direction.
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I can't write haikus myself, did a workshop a couple of years back - failed miserably. However, someone has the hang of them, I see ^_^
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*stirs with pride* Why thank you, my dear. I am quite new at this particular style. It delights me that I am, at least, fooling you into believing I know what I'm doing.
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Well as they say practice makes perfect ^_^ so keep on practicing
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Perhaps after 31, I shall be a master.
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Sooner or later you'll be able to sit down and just write one. Just like when you have an idea for a short story or poem, you can sit and write it.
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If only it were that easy. But what an enticing prospect, just the same.
My word, your deviant watch tab would explode with submissions and then, you'd hate me.
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Nah - I don't have many deviations to look at as it is.. possibly about three a day unless VWs updates ^_-
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The writer lady needs to be a bit more on top of that, doesn't she?
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Well, if she doesn't have the time, she doesn't have the time... it's that point in the year when most feel they don't have time to do anything.
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And often don't.
She thanks you for your patience and understanding.
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I love number twelve... I know exactly how it feels to think there's someone there as you wake up only to discover that it was nothing more than a waking dream..
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Nothing worse than believing you're holding something... only to wake and find nothing at all.
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It's such a wretched feeling...
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Quite so.
You know, your prose has had quite an averse effect on me. Combined with the longing for my beloved, I'm reminded of the taste of her blood and wishing I could nibble a bit.
I should probably leave this room and see to the matters of immortals, shouldn't I?
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Well, I'm glad that it at least has an effect
You really should, my dear.
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I was being cheeky again. 
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Yups. Unlike me, I just feel like I don't have enough time.
She's very welcome.
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I am so flattered. I may have to print and frame this. No one has ever written a poem about me before... and this one is wonderful. :she bows deeply and regrets wiping away her perfume out of fear:
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My pleasure.
As far as poems are concerned, I could write a much better one for you. However, I am flattered, in turn, at the favorite and your appreciation.
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You can make sport of me anytime... I am flattered too!
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And I am indebted to you.
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Well, now that you put it that way...
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This is the point where she'd be slapping me across the shoulder, telling me to behave.
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I'm enjoying it, actually. And not running away all that quickly.
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