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Event 8: The Haikai Challenge



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The Haikai Challenge



Summary: Write a 36-line poem using only stanzas with 5/7/5 or 7/7 syllable structures, with thw first stanza being 5/7/5 and the last stanza being 7/7. See the Description for a more detailed explanation.

How to enter: Submit your entry by posting it as a reply to this topic. Please place your poem within a spoiler.

Description: Today's event involves writing a modified version of a little-known form called the haikai.

So what are haikai? Haikai are 36-verse humorous poems that deal directly with irony, wordplay (especially puns), and incongruities. There are two types of stanzas used in haikai: 5/7/5 and 7/7. The first stanza is always in the 5/7/5 form while the last stanza is always in the 7/7 form.

For the purposes of this event, we'll be going by line and syllable counts.

Thus the syllable
count of your first lines should match
with this example

while the last two lines should have
just seven syllables each.

So why does the name "haikai" look so much like "haiku"? Because haiku, and the other related forms like senryuu and zappai, are derived from the first stanza of haikai!

Haikai, in turn, are derived from an even older poetic form, but that's a story for another time. ;P Now that you know what a haikai is, it's time to move on to...

The (Modified) Haikai Requirements
- The topic must be humorous in nature
- First stanza has to be 5/7/5
- Last stanza has to be 7/7
- The rest of the stanzas must be a mix of 5/7/5 and 7/7
- 36 lines total (because 36 stanzas is a bit much for a one-day event)
- Keep it family-friendly/adhere to the general event rules

Otherwise, there are no other restrictions, so feel free to get creative!

Entries should be posted in this thread, underneath a spoiler. If you've never used spoilers before, simply copy the code below and place your modified haikai into the HAIKAI HERE position:

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[spoiler]HAIKAI HERE[/spoiler]

Remember to keep all questions and discussions in the DT, and don't forget to have fun!
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Arrrgh, hark, gather round,
and I shall tell the grand tale
o' Lumberjack beard-

A cray-cray pirate, was he,
alas, the terror of Hipst-Eerie.

His accessory,
a parrot of fine
feather, all-nat'ral

A cray-cray pirate, was he,
alas, the terror of Hipst-Eerie.

until others did
copy, then his shoulder
bird: a toucan be.

A cray-cray pirate, was he,
alas, the terror of Hipst-Eerie

His ship, it was slow
for against the main stream he
always placed his bough

A cray-cray pirate was he,
alas, the terror of Hipst-Eerie.

When criticized by
other sea-faring people,
always he replied:

'I sailed the lake and
plundered ships before it was
cool. I'm the real deal.'

A cray-cray pirate was he,
alas, the terror of Hipst-Eerie.

'Oh, Lumberjack Beard,
a Hipster ye be?' asked Scott.
And his answer came:

'Walk the plank.' rebuked
the captain, sipping on his
organic 'cafe'.

A cray-cray pirate was he,
alas, the terror of Hipst-Eerie.
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people.
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A Modest Christmas List
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A fellow called Tom
Labored to produce a list
Filled with Christmas gifts.

He wrote asking Mom
(With a note to Santa too)
For the following:

“A ping-pong ball plus
Olympic sized stadium
To practice my skills,

A small red cherry
To place upon a warm pie
Imported from Spain,

Baseball shirt and cap
Worn by the player Babe Ruth
Monogrammed for me,

A sturdy stuffed toy
To entertain my new wolf
Trained and named Fido,

Some Lego block bricks
So that I may build a house
To vacation in,

A well-bound journal
And patient scribe to record
My biography

A fresh set of paints
And then for inspiration
A DaVinci please,

And if not too much
To ask, I really could use
A car for my own.

Sincerely, with much love, Tom
P.S. I have been quite good.”

Mom read the list, gasped, then laughed
“Tom, it’s just February.”

The boy nodded and replied
“Thought you’d need an early start!”

you should know i am a time traveler &
there is no season as achingly temporary as now
but i have promised to return





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Mea says...



Sir James

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Sir James of the Rock,
bravest of brave, tawny and tall,
had nothing to do.

He'd scored five hundred
on his archery dartboard:
ten shots, all bulls-eyes.

He'd galloped his horse
until dizzy from rocking,
and still he was bored.

His sword hung on the wall, dull,
his prized armor quite rusty.

What use did they have
with no kingdoms to conquer
no princess to save?

But hark, what was that?
A servant did call. "Come in."
"Sire - dragon. Come now!"

At last! Up the knight sprang,
donning armor, snatching sword.

He rushed from his home - castle -
out to the fields to fight,

and challenged the beast;
It looked down with a snort.
“We duel,” said Sir James.

The knight rolled! The fire just missed.
Closer was safer - he ran.

Under its neck, avoid claws
and teeth - find belly and poke!

Its bark pierced the clouds -
it tore away, threw him back
on the ground, sword-less.

This would be the end;
with naught but amour, he'd fall!
The dragon lunged, and --

"Jimmy, lunchtime!" Mom shouted.
'Sir James' fast heeded the call.


(This took forever. xD)
We're all stories in the end.

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Our Planet: Earth

Striving to flourish.
Revolving, but curtailing.
Defending to save.

Lost from public concern, but
Imperative to preserve.

-Emily Maiorano





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Thoughts of a Search Engine

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Did you find what you
were searching for, here on all
my tangled fibers?

Perhaps if you
added a word or symbol,
or subtracted one,

then I could serve you
better, my dear human friend.
I don't wish to fail.

I offer results,
but I cannot make you right
when you are so wrong.

I tell you what the world says,
not only what you believe.

Perhaps you should listen,
read what the other side is
saying, for you know

they could be wrong, and you right,
but friend, are you perfect?

Who is all-knowing
among men? Not even I
could know everything.

I am a machine,
feeding on what I am told
of how your world works.

I hold many facts,
but also opinions. I
try to sort them all

to tell you the truth, but what
is truth really? Can I know?

Or can I just amplify
what humans say is the truth?

You think I know the whole world,
but I cannot understand.

It was lovely to serve you.
I hope you found some answers.
"You do ill if you praise, but worse if you censure, what you do not understand." Leonardo Da Vinci

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somewhat ironic.

Spoiler! :
To make the steel strong
they folded it like a shirt.
Ain't that ironic?

Most elements are metals.
…nonmetals are most common.

If you had a nickel for
every day on Mercury…

…You'd Be pretty poor
actually, since a day
there lasts way longer.

***

Are you on top of
a mystery just so you
get to its bottom?

You scold your dog for being
bad – are you barking at it?

Do you tell the truth
when you're sitting or standing?
'Cause you're not lying…

Ever write something
weird, then realize "Ohhh, not
that kind of funny..."?

***

You lose a race on horseback,
but your horse still whinnies loud.

When in a public restroom,
more than one's always a crowd.

Work hard, so one day
your hard work bears you fruit that
tastes like rotten peach.

Put on a leather jacket
at a vegan nudist beach.

***

Rainbows are full-round circles,
ain't that pretty ironic?

Does English have origin
more in French or Teutonic?

Do final lines even need
to be anything special?
Deep thoughts remind me of unfinished





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Big Dreams
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A baby once had
A desire to go to
College with her sis’

She cried out loud to her ma’
And said, “Let me go have fun!”

But they did not hear
For they did not understand
The wants of the child

Even so, the infant dreamed of
Partying all night with sis’

Oh yes, this baby
Wanted an education
Of the highest rank

The cute little angelface
Wanted a head start in life

She had a huge plan
In her overgrown blond head
To succeed right there

The crawler would need some help
In filling applications

All of the rest of
The easy prerequisites
Were now complete

The baby had charm and cuteness
All wrapped up in her good face

The interview would
Be straightforward and funny
With giggles and poo

No one could stop this baby
Except her mother, maybe

As it became time to say
Goodnight, sleep tight child of mine

The little doll could only but smile
For she knew the world was hers

If only there was a way
Out of this darn old high crib
Whale. Whale. Whale. What do we have here?
Some scurvy dog looking at my post, eh?





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Whoops, I forgot this was supposed to be humorous. I guess it is, just in a morbid and dark sense? I'm proud of what I wrote and it took me forever, darn it, so deal with it. :P

The Adventures of the Daft Baker and His Associates

Spoiler! :
The baker at the
end of the street worried
about Death too much.

That he would burn with his food
and become a meal as well.

He made his store stone,
but did not feed his poor dog,
who ran away from him.

A butcher called
to say he had new roadkill
and offered a steak.

This enemy was soon sued,
and he made his store of brick.

One sister gathered
wood, while another worked
the hated blazes

He then fashioned a moat
and lost all his customers.

"We did not come here
to be your damn wenches," said
newly jobless sisters

One fled the bakery fast,
and the other burned away.

Uncaring about
such mortal plights, brick
gave way to iron.

Padded with granite,
impenetrable by all men,
the bakery was safe.

"trapped? me? how?"
a weakened mind shattered,
but remained stubborn.

Each ghost to dance in his eyes
flickered alight in red fire.

The baker never did burn down;
all he did was fall and drown.
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
a persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo
non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero,
senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.

Inferno, Canto 27, l 61-66.





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I think this is the hardest event yet! (But that's because mine isn't published until tomorrow ;))

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The reality of Monsters

Monsters are not real?
no other words are blinder,
no words less genteel.

Do ogres not feel?
Do trolls not bleed green troll blood,
as the demons would

(if bleed blood they could).
You think yourselves the kinder
but you can't conceal

the burning hate of your kind;
humans are aeons behind:

adults teach you young to fear
but their lessons are austere,

they will leave you in the lurch
while they make pretense of search-

they seek us beneath your beds,
think we're hiding with your threads

but that's not our deal.
Why should we choose to unwind
in another's mind?

You'll find werewolves star-gazing,
Bogey Man curtain raising

and vampires are partial
to some splendid wine tasting.
Gorgons are readers,

Krakens are speeders
and Djinn over-achievers
always spoil my mood.

I prefer fine food:
oysters broiled in bat eye soup,
something really good,

from the right food group
like chickens plucked and stuffed, fresh
from the chicken coup

so why not join us for food?
you will go well with the food.



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The bored poet

Spoiler! :
I really hate this.
I don't like writing haikus.
They give me headaches.

No, I'm serious.
Really, really big headaches.
Like migraines, but worse.

I'm getting one now;
I'm starting to see the spots.
This is really bad.

Maybe I should stop...
I'll just call it quits right now -
Never mind, it's gone.

Well, now that that's done,
I can get around to poems
and write some good stuff.

Should I write about
that awful train I rode once
with the old lady

Who had seven cats
And eleven small children
For sixteen hours?

Basically, it was...
dreadful, awful, terrible,
horrible and sad.

But I won't go into that -
This is supposed to be fun.

I could write about old Sam,
Who ate a chicken pizza.

He threw it up everywhere.
It was so hilarious.

Gosh, I didn't think this stuff
Would be so dang difficult.

Coming up with good ideas
is really hard to do well.

My brain is so exhausted -
I think I'll just give up now.





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TheGatherer would
Make an Haikai but he felt
very tight on time

Since he procastinated
Too much he shortened it
An arrow can only be shot by pulling it backwards. So when life is dragging you back with difficulties, it means that life's going to launch you into something great, so just focus and keep aiming.
— Unknown








The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma.
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