[DiscoAddie]

OK, Buzzjosh, this is for you -- thought I'd copy in this forum what I just posted in the new iCue Haiku forum thread.


for March 3, 2009

Happy Square Root Day --
Three/three/oh-nine; next one not
'Til twenty/sixteen.

[buzzjosh]

Disco, that is so cool, I thought it through and finally got it! OK, I am convinced, haiku is a valuable lit genre, it makes you think, it keeps one on target and it definitely requires a peek at least into a word list that one might not use daily. Yep, I think the haiku thread will be a winner and I will get the nerve to post one myself - soon??

Thanks!!

[buzzjosh]

titi your poem, I will always know it as the "pearl" poem was so beautiful. You have such an ability to bring what must be in your heart in abundance because your posts are always so emotionally compelling. That is a wonderful gift you have and it was such a wonderful gift to me and to dear Julie to give it to us. It brought tears to my eyes. I will keep it with me because it fills me with warmth. Thank you titi.

[DiscoAddie]

haiku from New York City, Monday, March 9


Week ago today:
Blizzard. Saturday: Like June.
Weather is fickle.


(also posted on iCue Haiku thread)

[buzzjosh]

Yesterday, thirty.
Today, if lucky nine-teen.
Oh Spring, Please come soon!!

[DiscoAddie]

Buzzjosh, I LOVE your haiku!

And you hit on exactly why I -- and so many teachers -- love haiku: it requires one to be concise in one's thinking; to perfect syntax; to search for synonyms with fewer or more syllables; and to be creative, yet still accurate, with punctuation.

Could I ask you to copy your Spring haiku on the iCue Haiku forum thread? Please?

[DiscoAddie]

Hey, those on this thread --

As it turns out, Buzz Josh has a real talent for Haiku! Check out his latest offerings on the iCue haiku forum thread.

[titi22]

the blade and the wild rosebush is a short story i wrote i hope it will please you:
once upon a time,there was a wild rosebush standing alone among the lawn,crying her woe.annoyed by her shrieking,the blade turned to the rose and said:"beautiful rosebush why are you crying with such noisy sound?"she replied:"im rying my misery.all the flowers in this meadow had been plucked except me.i was left alone,surrended to my fate until a storm come to pull out n take me away with him to nowhere."the blade answered:"may be your time has not come yet to be plucked.don't be sad.you are such beautiful flower.you emanate the house,you console the widow,you draw near the lovers.you bring happiness and freshness everywhere and all over the world.you smile to the sick.you are present all the time;in the weddings,in the house,on the grave,in the garden and everywhere to shine and illuminate the souls.the one who has to cry is me,the blade.im useful either to be stamped at by the feet or animals throw their wastes on me or the best of all i finish snatched,chewed by the cow or the sheep under the merciless of their teeth to end in their stomatch.what a beautiful fate is waiting me!...so three days passed by which a lover came to pick up the wild rosebush to his beloved.unfortunately the blade did not get the nice end of his friend the rose.

[buzzjosh]

TiTi, nice story and thank you for sharing it. I have been away for a while or I would have answered your post earlier. I thought, maybe, there might be more than one ending to your delightful story. Maybe, it could have ended like this:

Maybe the blade was not stomped on. Maybe, by chance, it was left alone and flowered because it was in fact a weed and its beautiful floweres were deep purple with silver-white edges. Another lover came and plucked this beautiful wild flower and gave it to her sweetheart. And the person who received the gift knew they he was very lucky to have such a great admirerer and thier love grew and blossomed just like the plain blade.

[titi22]

thanks for your comment and welcome back.yes i could have led the blade to have nice end but i try always to stick to reality as not usually all the ends are nice;there are good ends as there are bad ends,that's life,we are all the time expecting the contrary.but i wish to you that all your ends;in work or in love or whatelse finish nice

[buzzjosh]

Nice words titi, thank you for your kindness. Your story and the ending you chose for it was as you put it, the realities that sometimes happen whether we want that ending or not. And of course, so many things, as you pointed out, are today far from being what we would call good or happy endings. But, the fact that you still have the desire to dream and think up your wonderful stories is a sign to me that you are handling the realities of your life in the way that is best for you. And that my titi, is more than many people can say.

I hope you are keeping your fabulous stories and poetry in a manner that you can always have access to them. The way you use literature in the forms of prose and poetry is something I do not often see anymore from many people. Something has happened that causes all of us to be more readers now a days as oppossed to writers, if you would. And that is sad, because the fun of writing, of expressing one's self in one's unique way is something that has taken a back seat in too many educational settings. Perhaps it is allt the emphasis on testing and accountability that has taken over our schools over the past decade or so. Whatever is the cause, it is not a good harbinger for education in general. That emphasis on passing some education standard has watered down so much of education and actually eliminated the opportunity for students to persue those things that are most interesting for them. Maybe the test is passed but I wonder what the long rage effects on self-identity and a feeling of self-direction might be.

Again thanks for your kind words. I am so glad you have found the time here of late to share some of your thoughts and feelings with us.

[Krisine]

titi22, on Feb 20 2009, 02:01 PM, said:

hello all! Im writing poems and also novel but Im happy to you one of my first poems entitled "The world's tears"
the world is drowing
drowing in darkeness
seeking brightness
the earth is suffering
suffering sickeness
seeking snugness
but people's carelessness,
pushing farther their blindness
into deeper madness
letting the world
crying its pain
in everlasting rain.

[Krisine]

I really thought your poem was well done. I liked how you started with the darkness which led to the pain of its existance and then the rain. Awesome. I write also, but have a tendancy to keep what I write to myself. thanks for sharing.

[titi22]

ur welcome krisine,im happy that it pleased you.may be one day i can read one of ur poems.me too like you i write from time to time and i love do it. it is like a therapy to me that helps me to express my moods n feel better.