(Bi)Weekly Haiku 11

Did you see what I did there? Yeah? Ugh…

Well, I forgot again last Monday, so since I didn’t have a lot of haiku yet I decided to wait a week and just post then. Then, yesterday (MONDAY!), I forgot again. I really am hopeless.

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Waiting

Juvenile years spent

waiting for life to begin;

Time so slow to pass.

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New Frontiers

A new age dawning;

We reach, our fingers grasping

At new worlds brought near.

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Sad Song

Music swells again,

Lifting up my tattered soul;

Soft notes of heartbreak.

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Writing

All consuming need

To create, to write, to live…

Nah, I think I’ll wait.

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Colonists

That dream which feeds us,

That one day life will set out;

Look up to the stars.

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~NekoShogun

Weekly Haiku 10

Apologies for the lateness of this post. I can see now if I’d been smart I would have built up a buffer before starting this whole enterprise. Maybe I should start squirreling away a few extra haiku every now and again for weeks like this. But enough of that, you came for haiku, right?

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Clouds

Windswept clouds above:

Aurora borealis

Rendered in cotton.

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Social Anxiety

Words I speak aloud

At once set my nerves on edge;

Will people like me?

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Deadline

Deadlines are what say,

“You have this long, get to it!”

I sit. I write. *Sigh.*

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Cranes

Twin cranes saunter by,

Their long necks gently curving.

Easy, rambling life.

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~NekoShogun

Weekly Haiku 9

Ha, I posted on the right day! Well, to be fair Monday is almost over, but it’s still better than last week, right?

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Long Night

Weary eyelids sag

As the long night marches on;

Soon, I shall retire.

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Fresh Blood

A musket thunders;

The bright stain of fresh spilt blood

Seeps through cotton shirt.

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Pax Romana

Oh how we suffer

For this, their “Pax Romana;”

Rise Up! For freedom!

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Sleep

My mind slips away

As sleep reaches out its hand;

Soon, another day.

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Jasmine

The Scent of jasmine

Perfumes the warm, Summer air;

A smile in my soul.

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Dark Rain

A pall, this torrent;

My headlights all swallowed up

By rain and black night.

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Apologies if Pax Romana doesn’t make any sense. I’m not using the term the way Wikipedia describes it, but rather in reference to the “peace” brought to Britain by the roman empire, which the Britains payed with taxes (to maintain the legions), conscription (to fill the legions and fight in foreign wars), and the forced erasure of their native religion and customs (probably a lot of death was involved in this process). I think mine is an acceptable use of the term, but my knowledge of roman Britain isn’t as deep as it could be.

~NekoShogun

Weekly Haiku 8

Well, I’m a day late and a haiku short, with no excuse but forgetfulness.

I’ll try to come up with something extra to do before next Monday, but in the meantime, I hope these last minute haiku aren’t too dreadful.

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Waiting

I lie on the floor

Waiting for inspiration…

Bah, I need a snack!

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Not Writing

Empty wine bottle

And crumpled sheets of paper;

Signs of frustration.

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Email

Frayed nerves, shaking hands;

The mouse hovers over “send”

Waiting for my click.

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Download Now

“DOWNLOAD!” “DOWNLOAD NOW!”

Scream countless dancing popups.

But which one is true?

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~NekoShogun

Weekly Haiku 7

Sorry this week’s post is a day late; I was away from the internet most of yesterday and ran out of time to post. On the plus side, more haiku!

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Edge of Night

Another day gone.

Soft, the music fades away

As sleep approaches.

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On the Water

Joy on the river;

Virgin banks left to nature

Drift lazily by.

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Night on the Steppe

Night falls on the steppe;

Wide, ancient pastures slumber

Beneath falling stars.

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Smile

Few pleasures greater

Than to smile at others joy;

Laughter banish hate.

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The Beach

A day at the beach;

Hot sun and cool gulf waters

Meld like yin and yang.

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Scent of Summer

Gentle winds blow on;

The scent of charcoal burning

Tinges salt must air.

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Sand Castles

Castles built of sand

fade quickly from the landscape;

All crumbles in time.

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The Days Perfume

Tussled, sun bleached curls;

Oh how the sweet, sunscreen musk

Lingers on your skin.

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I guess it’s somewhat obvious I was at the beach for the day, huh?

~NekoShogun

Some More Art

As promised, more art. It’s really pretty basic, but it keeps me feeling productive while I watch TV.

~NekoShogun