I posted my haiku diary at a few other places and liked so many of the entries.
Favorites are after the jump.
Thanks to all four Bleeding Heartland readers who submitted haikus. That would be hedge:
egging on downturn
are economic scrooges,
the party of no
GOP don’t rhyme
While sweatheart deals run amok
Haikus: what the fuck?
We got a funny Republican perspective on health care reform from mirage:
You’r from Nebraska?
We NEED that vote on this crap!
Tell us what you need!!!!
ragbrai08 gave us an outsider’s take:
corn fields to the left
traveling through Iowa
soybeans on the right
A look at the IA-03 race:
for the grandchildren
for the love of Iowa
a wrestling coach
And a comment on the Republican primary for governor:
A Branstad restoration?
God picks BVP
Over at The Iowa Republican, most of the entries had to do with the IA-Gov or IA-03 races or health care reform. It got nasty in the thread, but a few of the entries were funny. I liked this from anonymous:
We can’t hear Steve Deace
In the northwest of Iowa
That is very good
At MyDD a couple of people composed haikus about Christmas. From chrisblask:
A time to be one
Another to be many
And one to be all
And from realtarheel:
Christmas IS a joy
Jews just don’t understand it
But Jesus was one
Bob Brigham has no time for Democratic sellouts, and his haiku was in character:
The senate bill sucks
Dems cave before conference
Judeling conveyed some progressive disappointment in a more subtle way:
Winds of Change and Hope
A Country of dust and rocks
The Man of Caution
Jerome Armstrong wrote one haiku himself:
Jane does the Grover
Cenk Young Turks the two by four
So its on with Rahm
Jerome also posted a “quasi-haiku” that his grade-school age son wrote and stuck on the refrigerator:
Impossible to count!
Speaking of parenting, at Mother Talkers most aspiring poets picked up on the Christmas food angle. For instance, from Suzanne77:
My kitchen’s a mess
from heat my hair stands on end
the floor is gritty
mamacita shared a perspective on interfaith marriage:
from the tree, a movie and Chinese food
yes, we’re both
baker baker was feeling the holiday stress:
this year it’s too much to take
small kitchen – GET OUT!!!
I felt bad for Village:
Christmas is over
And no chocolate this year
Bah! Humbug! times two.
My favorite Mother Talker haiku was from lyn:
Warm savory smells
Roasted chicken made with love
Boys plead for ramen
So true, except in my house they plead for macaroni and cheese.
Ultimately, I was unable to pick just one winner. The two haikus that sounded most like poetry (to my ear) were Judeling’s and ragbrai08’s entry on Jim Gibbons.