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Mainstream Haiku Collection: Song of the Night

Poetry By: Philip Roberts
Literary fiction



In writing Ultra-Modern Haiku I obey few of the guidelines that others wrongly call rules. However, wherever possible I try to stick to the 5-7-5 syllable structure. Note, however, as with all poetry the final feel of the work is most important. If the 5-7-5 structure does not feel right for a haiku a 4-7-6, 5-6-6, or 6-6-5 or other forms are acceptable, despite what some claim.


Submitted:Jan 3, 2011    Reads: 29    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


AAAAAAAAH OOOOOOUR
Aaaaaaaah Oooooour, Aaaaaaaah Oooooour is
Victoria Azarenka's
Tennis battle cry.

ADRIFT
Seeds of dissension
Separate the strongest bonds,
Cutting you adrift.

ALL MY HAIKU
All of my haiku
Are in five-seven-five form;
The proper structure!

ALL OF MY DREAMS
All of my dreams have
turned to nightmares. All my hopes
have come to nothing.

ANGEL OF THE APOCALYPSE
I've seen the Angel
of the Apocalypse. She
says she'll be here soon.

ANNIE FANNY CRADDOCK
Re: Annie Fanny and Fanny Craddock
Why not simply nationalise them?
Preferably without compensation!

BANSHEE GIRLS
Banshee girls shrieking
In the dead of night. All to
distract opponents.

BANSHEE GIRLS ARE CHEATING
Death-defying cries
Ring out in the dead of night,
Banshee girls cheating.

BANSHEE GIRLS CHEATING
Banshee girls cheating
Distracting their opponents,
On the tennis court.

BLINDING HAILSTORMS
A blinding hailstorm
Shatters your bones and freezes,
The live out of you.

BLUE EYES
Your blue eyes shining
Like a beacon in the night,
Burning into my heart.

DINNER TIME AT THE ZOO
"Will he eat me?" thinks
the white bird. "Should I eat him?"
thinks the gray rhino.

DO BANSHEES PLAY TENNIS?
A question I must
ask: do banshees play tennis?
Or just girl players?

IN JESUS I CAN TRUST
In Jesus I trust
To always look after me,
To always be near.

I ONCE HEARD A BANSHEE SHRIEK
I once heard a banshee shriek
It scared me half as much,
As shrieking tennis girls.

THE LORD IS GOOD
Jesus is so good
He leads me and he guides me,
Through all life's travails.

SHRIEK AND SHRIEK AGAIN
Shriek and shriek again
Banshee girls on tennis courts,
Putting off rivals.

UNBEARABLE THOUGHTS (I)
Unbearable thoughts
Of the better times in life,
Now left far behind.

VICTORIA AZARENKA
Banshees shrieking on
a tennis court. Or are they
the women players?

THE DELUGE (II)
A summer deluge
Half drowned
Chihuahua,
Struggles in surging waters.

FOGHORNS IN THE NIGHT (II)
Foghorns in the night
Blare out eerie warnings,
Of dangers yet unseen.

THE GREAT ARCHITECT (III)
God of old Chaldee
Joined with great Osiris,
To lead a modern sect.

THE HAIKU (II)
Odd three-lined poems
Of seventeen syllables:
Five, seven, then five.

HOLLOWNESS (II)
A hollow feeling
In your heart, in your soul:
Your love is far away.

INDIAN RUINS (II)
Indian village
Fallen into ruins now,
But once standing proud.

INSUFFERABLE (II)
The common man
Being ruled by monarchy,
Is insufferable.

LIGHTNING STRIKES (III)
Thunder claps, lightning
strikes. A tree cleft in two, left
Black and smouldering.

RAMPAGING WINDS (II)
Winds that roar like beasts
Rampaging throughout the towns,
Levels all in sight.

REGRETS (II)
Minds torn by regrets
Evil thoughts tormenting,
Keeps your heart from healing.

SONG OF THE NIGHT (II)
In the dark of night
A siren's sweet song of love,
Calls you to her arms.

THE VALKYRIES (II)
Beautiful maidens
Riding on winged-chargers,
To claim dead heroes.

VELVET EYES (II)
Deep limpid pools that
Make me yearn to dive into,
My woman's embrace.

WAR PLANES (II)
Images of war
Planes drop whistling death upon,
Those about to die.

THE WIDOWS' WALK (II)
A rocky peak, where
Fisherwives wait in vain for,
Husbands lost at sea.

WORDS OF LOVE (II)
Your special woman
Lulls you with her charms; talking
In the words of love.

TENEBROUS WAVES (II)
Tenebrous waves break
Over rocks; white and foaming,
Lashing in anger.

WOMAN'S PLACE (a senru)
Woman must know where
She fits in society,
Man must always rule!

WORDS OF LOVE (I)
Your special woman
Lulls you with her charms; talks to you
In words of love.

YELLOW LIGHT BURNING
Yellow light burns bright
From energy released as,
Enzymes devour ores.

YOU WELCOME DEATH
A victim of war
You welcome death to your bed,
To conquer your pain.

THE END
© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts





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