Guest guest Posted June 11, 2001 Report Share Posted June 11, 2001 We are now starting a Haiku contest given the incredible talent here. David Hodges once explained what a Haiku is and I vaguely remember. For purposes of simplicity we will call a poem having 3 lines a Haiku, (but to qualify, it has to be very deep or perceived as such). I will start first. If it itches and your finger reaches scratch it. Harsha Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 11, 2001 Report Share Posted June 11, 2001 > I will start first. > > If it itches > and your finger reaches > scratch it. > > Harsha Adulate the Guru No I'm yuru why cant I just be? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 11, 2001 Report Share Posted June 11, 2001 http://www.ahapoetry.com/haidefjr.htm Try this Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 11, 2001 Report Share Posted June 11, 2001 Hi Harsha the Sage walking in the winter sun no shadow ------------- flowers blossom in satsangh haiku contest james ps (do I get points for sucking up?) , "Harsha" <harsha-hkl@h...> wrote: > We are now starting a Haiku contest given the incredible talent here. David > Hodges once explained what a Haiku is and I vaguely remember. > > For purposes of simplicity we will call a poem having 3 lines a Haiku, (but > to qualify, it has to be very deep or perceived as such). > > I will start first. > > If it itches > and your finger reaches > scratch it. > > Harsha Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 11, 2001 Report Share Posted June 11, 2001 > We are now starting a Haiku contest given the incredible talent >here. David Hodges once explained what a Haiku is and I vaguely remember. > For purposes of simplicity we will call a poem having 3 lines a >Haiku, (but to qualify, it has to be very deep or perceived as such). > > I will start first. > > If it itches > and your finger reaches > scratch it. > > Harsha If you have scratched where it itches good for you now go wash your hands While washing my hands the itch returns life's a bitch Life is difficult sometimes cold and gloomy Harsha provides warmth a nice place to be probably better than death The great mystery of death no more mysterious than life oh well, who really cares Not caring about life or even about death thinking only about the itch (repeat) -Mike Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 11, 2001 Report Share Posted June 11, 2001 james traverse [nisarga] Monday, June 11, 2001 9:26 PM Re: New Haiku contest Hi Harsha the Sage walking in the winter sun no shadow ------------- flowers blossom in satsangh haiku contest james ps (do I get points for sucking up?) You are pretty funny James! I love your first one too. the Sage walking in the winter sun no shadow I like Alton's also but I don't know if "yuru" is in the dictionary. But it has a certain poignant mystique to it! Adulate the Guru No I'm yuru why cant I just be? Harsha Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 11, 2001 Report Share Posted June 11, 2001 Dear Harsha, CW wrote: > Did you have the though(t) or > did the thought have you ..? <snips> > they are walking around > with these other people's heads > under their armpits. You wrote: > If it itches > and your finger reaches > scratch it. I immediately noticed that I wanted to scratch somebody's head... As I owe the idea for my haiku to you, CW and Tony (of course) and If I should win Harsha, please share the hairpiece (I take it that is the price) with them. Here it is: a question i'm scratching my head someone's armpit itches Love, Wim (Now scratching both my armpits, Tony says, "Stay out of my hair!" CW says, "Whose head is it anyways?") Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 12, 2001 Report Share Posted June 12, 2001 What talent here, I think I will crawl under a rock next lifetime Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 12, 2001 Report Share Posted June 12, 2001 i you other Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 12, 2001 Report Share Posted June 12, 2001 drip drip drip drip drip says one tap to another drip drip drip drip drip talk talk talk talk talk one human to another talk talk talk talk talk humans are like taps dripping what they cannot hold drip talk drip talk flaps Jan Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 12, 2001 Report Share Posted June 12, 2001 I am the moon you are the sun whose is the reflection? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 12, 2001 Report Share Posted June 12, 2001 No one at the Space walking party wore a happy face. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 12, 2001 Report Share Posted June 12, 2001 The television screen smiled in endless patterns of blinking electric points. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 12, 2001 Report Share Posted June 12, 2001 If it itches and your finger reaches scratch it. Harsha If your finger scratches, and has reached it, it is an itch. Dan Old Zen Saying: If you have a finger You will have an itch. If you don't have a finger, You are in trouble. Joyce Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 12, 2001 Report Share Posted June 12, 2001 Moksha inside dont knock ripen as smelly cheese before this door slams Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 12, 2001 Report Share Posted June 12, 2001 hey can you express in a five seven fiver what you want to say? what a charming sight caught between trees in the night a furry delight big cat on a tree Sweet and furry as it looks this cat is no pet just edible ones holy cows do not exist in feline ethics beauty of flower fragrance of a butterfly what supreme boredom a flower for man some food for hungry insects garbage afterwards flowers dinner time honey for a butterfly quality is prime dog is in the house chases a cat chasing mouse a doghouseholder on a foggy day in nature's hazy stillness what is there to say yum! that is good bread on this sunny day in May thank you mister bum! happy swan with mate a very high divorce rate that is just man's fate how wet and foggy rheumatism underway but for a doggy? now what is it worth open eyes on planet earth worst planet for birth genie from the marsh fulfill the only wish please give back the UFO prickly as a bee asking to the sky above let it rain for me seated on a corpse enjoying chicken dinner i must be dreaming flipper the ripper where are those tasty fishes i am hungry too chicken flies away dinner drops dead on the floor i must be awake when life is all dead something funny will reveal death is all dead too where are my glasses! from this cave i can't see well dreaming i'm in hell mind - a sound machine cold as ice and hot as fire but feeling nothing mountains white skies blue behind the clouds the sun beams trees straight to heaven is that the Teide? with those clouds that is a no and wrong colors too more wit and more pun roaring laughter beach and sun life is having fun the joy of leisure without pleasure without pain is a true treasure what naughty server a service of disservice has to be unlearned whatever repeats ultimately becomes bore that's a chill that heats Jan Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 12, 2001 Report Share Posted June 12, 2001 The sweating armpit global warming is in your nose Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 12, 2001 Report Share Posted June 12, 2001 more of more and less more nondual tinkering educated guess less of more and more more nondual deep thought bore play nondual chess? more of less and more heck! here comes another shore isle of verbal less less of more and less lesson two of how to bore at a crowded mess more of more and more dom of bore just goes ashore to pray and confess less of less and less where did i hear that before party at loch Ness there Nessie appears eats the mores and eats the less even pays the beers! in the land of Ness the last shore a boat can reach there's the greatest beach Jan Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 13, 2001 Report Share Posted June 13, 2001 teaching how to teach without learning how to learn playing at the beach how skillful one gets building rafts in the bottles beachless bottleneck body is a raft floating in a sea of fate engine runs too late huh the easy way? always repair an engine through the exhaust pipe those nondual birds preparing verbal salads rearranging words no word final though rearranging by itself Maya steals the show! Jan Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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