Survival Haiku - add yours
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Splicer205
Deceased
I hate haiku. Can't you allow poems too? This is as close as I come to haiku.
My tortured soul explored the options
In the dark of the night
All through the long, tedious day
Long and smooth
Or short and stout
And my vision became clouded by reality
As the sun rose over the horizon
And the glare stabbed my eyes
I looked into the distant realm
In the setting sun the answer came
Between a 30-30 or a Glock
Neither would do
I ate beans
My tortured soul explored the options
In the dark of the night
All through the long, tedious day
Long and smooth
Or short and stout
And my vision became clouded by reality
As the sun rose over the horizon
And the glare stabbed my eyes
I looked into the distant realm
In the setting sun the answer came
Between a 30-30 or a Glock
Neither would do
I ate beans
medic38572
TB Fanatic
splicerswife said:I hate haiku. Can't you allow poems too? This is as close as I come to haiku.
My tortured soul explored the options
In the dark of the night
All through the long, tedious day
Long and smooth
Or short and stout
And my vision became clouded by reality
As the sun rose over the horizon
And the glare stabbed my eyes
I looked into the distant realm
In the setting sun the answer came
Between a 30-30 or a Glock
Neither would do
I ate beans
And blew my brain into
optimistic pessimist
Veteran Member
Nightly I do watch
doomer reports coming in
checking preps again....
Ol'Bin Laden, gold,
and global warming can make
a prepper of you!
Water, it is stored
duct tape, ramen and more
Prep bag is ready
doomer reports coming in
checking preps again....
Ol'Bin Laden, gold,
and global warming can make
a prepper of you!
Water, it is stored
duct tape, ramen and more
Prep bag is ready
shamelessly swiped from an old Minnesota post
"Some GREAT Spam haiku...
For those who don't know this, haiku is a form of poetry common in Japan. Its structure is that of 3 lines, with 5/7/5 syllables in each line, respectively."
http://www.kbeamer.com/spam_haiku.html
Silent, former pig
one communal awareness
myriad pink bricks
Blue can of steel
what promise do you hold?
salt flesh so ripe
Can of metal, slick
soft center, so cool, moistening
I yearn for your salt
Twist, pull the sharp lid
Jerks and cuts me deeply but
Spam, aaah, my poultice.
You wait to feed me
stoic vigil on the shelf
ah my vibrant pink
Jelly for mortar
seven hundred tins and more
I build a Spam house
My friend pork shoulder
I return to you. this time
I've brought mayonnaise
Above all others
porcine treat without equal
there is but one Spam
Clad in metal, proud
no mere salt-curing for you
you are not bacon
And who dares mock Spam?
you? you? you are not worthy
of one rich pink fleck
Grotesque pinkish mass
In a blue can on a shelf
Quivering alone
Like some spongy rock
A granite, my piece of Spam
In sunlight on my plate
Oh Argentina!
Your little tin of meat soars
Above the pampas
The color of Spam
is natural as the sky:
A block of sunrise
Little slab of meat
In a wash of clear jelly
Now I heat the pan
Oh tin of pink meat
I ponder what you may be:
Snout or ear or feet?
In the cool morning
I fry up a slab of Spam
A dog barks next door
Pink tender morsel
Glistening with salty gel
What the hell is it?
Ears, snouts, and innards,
A homogenous mass
Pass another slice
Cube of cold pinkness
Yellow specks of porcine fat
Give me a spork please
Old man seeks doctor
"I eat Spam daily", he says.
Angioplasty
Highly unnatural
The tortured shape of this "food"
A small pink coffin
Slicing your sweet self
Salivating in suspense
Sizzle, sizzle...Spam
Pink beefy temptress
I can no longer remain
Vegetarian
Queasy, greasy SPAM
Slithers without propulsion
Across a white plate.
Born in World War Two
Hogs marching off to battle
Dressed in tin armor.
The blue can is square
Why not a circular can?
Too much like dog food.
When I was a kid
Mom would make SPAM casserole
Now she denies it.
If you cut open
A SPAM can with a jigsaw
The blade will smell weird.
Myrrh, frankincense, and
SPAM: the gifts of two wise men
and one complete fool.
Bright lights and cruel cops
grill the suspect pork product
It doesn't confess.
Old retired jocks to
star in ads for new SPAM Lite
"Tastes filling!" "Less great!"
After scrutiny,
methinks it is doggie food
I eat on all fours.
In mud you frolicked
Till they cut, cleaned and canned you
How now, ground sow?
Cold SPAM canapes
Served up by John Belushi-
Martha Stewart's Hell!
Slice the cold, pink block
Apply to sucking chest wound
Don't need stitches now.
"Slow down," she whispered
now guiding my trembling hands
"Turn the key slowly."
Silken pig tofu
The color of spanked buttocks
Blushing at my knife.
SPAM, too, needs a wife
What consort for my Pork Prince?
Ah! The Velveeta!
SPAM glistens pinkly;
Cat taps it with wary paw
To see if it's dead.
I put my shoes on
But remembered far too late
My secret SPAM stash.
"Some GREAT Spam haiku...
For those who don't know this, haiku is a form of poetry common in Japan. Its structure is that of 3 lines, with 5/7/5 syllables in each line, respectively."
http://www.kbeamer.com/spam_haiku.html
Silent, former pig
one communal awareness
myriad pink bricks
Blue can of steel
what promise do you hold?
salt flesh so ripe
Can of metal, slick
soft center, so cool, moistening
I yearn for your salt
Twist, pull the sharp lid
Jerks and cuts me deeply but
Spam, aaah, my poultice.
You wait to feed me
stoic vigil on the shelf
ah my vibrant pink
Jelly for mortar
seven hundred tins and more
I build a Spam house
My friend pork shoulder
I return to you. this time
I've brought mayonnaise
Above all others
porcine treat without equal
there is but one Spam
Clad in metal, proud
no mere salt-curing for you
you are not bacon
And who dares mock Spam?
you? you? you are not worthy
of one rich pink fleck
Grotesque pinkish mass
In a blue can on a shelf
Quivering alone
Like some spongy rock
A granite, my piece of Spam
In sunlight on my plate
Oh Argentina!
Your little tin of meat soars
Above the pampas
The color of Spam
is natural as the sky:
A block of sunrise
Little slab of meat
In a wash of clear jelly
Now I heat the pan
Oh tin of pink meat
I ponder what you may be:
Snout or ear or feet?
In the cool morning
I fry up a slab of Spam
A dog barks next door
Pink tender morsel
Glistening with salty gel
What the hell is it?
Ears, snouts, and innards,
A homogenous mass
Pass another slice
Cube of cold pinkness
Yellow specks of porcine fat
Give me a spork please
Old man seeks doctor
"I eat Spam daily", he says.
Angioplasty
Highly unnatural
The tortured shape of this "food"
A small pink coffin
Slicing your sweet self
Salivating in suspense
Sizzle, sizzle...Spam
Pink beefy temptress
I can no longer remain
Vegetarian
Queasy, greasy SPAM
Slithers without propulsion
Across a white plate.
Born in World War Two
Hogs marching off to battle
Dressed in tin armor.
The blue can is square
Why not a circular can?
Too much like dog food.
When I was a kid
Mom would make SPAM casserole
Now she denies it.
If you cut open
A SPAM can with a jigsaw
The blade will smell weird.
Myrrh, frankincense, and
SPAM: the gifts of two wise men
and one complete fool.
Bright lights and cruel cops
grill the suspect pork product
It doesn't confess.
Old retired jocks to
star in ads for new SPAM Lite
"Tastes filling!" "Less great!"
After scrutiny,
methinks it is doggie food
I eat on all fours.
In mud you frolicked
Till they cut, cleaned and canned you
How now, ground sow?
Cold SPAM canapes
Served up by John Belushi-
Martha Stewart's Hell!
Slice the cold, pink block
Apply to sucking chest wound
Don't need stitches now.
"Slow down," she whispered
now guiding my trembling hands
"Turn the key slowly."
Silken pig tofu
The color of spanked buttocks
Blushing at my knife.
SPAM, too, needs a wife
What consort for my Pork Prince?
Ah! The Velveeta!
SPAM glistens pinkly;
Cat taps it with wary paw
To see if it's dead.
I put my shoes on
But remembered far too late
My secret SPAM stash.
Splicer205
Deceased
medic38572 said:
Well, umm. Actually, the gun wasn't for me.
Splicer205
Deceased
Annie said:shamelessly swiped from an old Minnesota post
optimistic pessimist
Veteran Member
Digging quickly for
potassium iodide
silence in the night
potassium iodide
silence in the night
Grock
Veteran Member
Tuna cans I have
But Mayonaise I still lack
in Single pack tubes...
The Helmans is good,
But half ounce restaurant pack
Will not go to waste.
How long does tuna
stay edible in the can?
There's no date on it...
As I load the mags,
set tracers at twenty eight
and label them 'night'.
But Mayonaise I still lack
in Single pack tubes...
The Helmans is good,
But half ounce restaurant pack
Will not go to waste.
How long does tuna
stay edible in the can?
There's no date on it...
As I load the mags,
set tracers at twenty eight
and label them 'night'.
Trivium Pursuit
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Flashes against the sky
Cube dwellers waver
WHERE'S MY BIKE?
Cube dwellers waver
WHERE'S MY BIKE?
Jumpy Frog
Browncoat sympathizer
As blossoms fall throughout the night
Daisys cut the Earth like a knife
Balloons go up as bubbles pop
The drawn bright blade will turn crimson dark
Some find joy in the terror
All will bow heads in prayer
Mankind again
Daisys cut the Earth like a knife
Balloons go up as bubbles pop
The drawn bright blade will turn crimson dark
Some find joy in the terror
All will bow heads in prayer
Mankind again
doctor_fungcool
TB Fanatic
As I am gazing,
At the looming mushroom cloud,
I wish I had bought
That fallout shelter
Advertised here on Timebomb,
I glow in the dark
Oh J.C. Refuge
Where are you when I need you?
Got some Chow Hauls friend?
At the looming mushroom cloud,
I wish I had bought
That fallout shelter
Advertised here on Timebomb,
I glow in the dark
Oh J.C. Refuge
Where are you when I need you?
Got some Chow Hauls friend?
Aardaerimus
Anunnaku
I cannot haiku...
I cannot haiku
Its ways are unknown to me
now where was I at
stranded far from home
you begin to realize
toilet paper rules
blinding light so bright
your skin becomes atomized
oops there goes my spleen
I cannot haiku
Its ways are unknown to me
now where was I at
stranded far from home
you begin to realize
toilet paper rules
blinding light so bright
your skin becomes atomized
oops there goes my spleen