The Lama
by Ogden Nash
The one-l lama,
He’s a priest.
The two-l llama,
He’s a beast.
And I will bet
A silk pajama
There isn’t any
Three-l lllama.*
* The author’s attention has been called to a type of conflagration known
as a three-alarmer. Pooh.
** Erundur would like to call attention to the brilliance of this poem.
I’ve had the pleasure of discovering haikoo.org, a collaborative haiku website created by Tom Music. I met Tom about a month ago at the inaugural Seattle Startup Drinks event (sidenote: never ye fear, I drank no beer). I saw him again yesterday and was reminded of his site and told of new enhancements to it.
The concept of Haikoo.org is a pleasant one and simple. Each person contributes one line of the haiku.
An example. I begin a haiku by giving it a name and the first line. I began one yesterday, and it has already been completed.
Sixes
A Saturday thick
with smoke, fear, and promises
that Sunday will come
(Participants: anwamehtar, kellynisms, tom)
He recently added another feature that allows people to add Youtube videos of the poem being recited. I particularly enjoyed the following one:
streetside
little old lady
release your grocery cart
those shackles are loud
(Participants: vixy, chrispin, WEContact)
And this one by marmay9, dimelane, EnFeu and performed by kellynisms is worth having a laugh about:
confetti
life keeps taking me
by suprise, and it makes me
separate, explode
It’s worth admiring the completed poems, and if you like the premise sign up and try it out.
From the tower high I watch the earth and watch the sky the workers as they stumble by and yet I cry out for I am one with them
A Poem by Erundur Anwamehtar
O, the dark pendulum swings
naught comes to naught
forward on hope’s deft wings
O, the dark pendulum swings
ought comes to ought
reverse gears, friction sings
nights end, enlightened
forever it brings
reach the chaliced sky
never seize
touch birth, touch earth
be
O, the dark pendulum swings
the arc, the seeker’s relief
O, the dark pendulum swings
Plates
A Poem by Erundur Anwamehtar
08/16/2007
I polish the plate and put it away
pile on the stack and push it back
its placid destiny set
no more memoirs of food to write tonight
the tableware beholds no more