The Shopping List Haiku Generator (also available here) generates haiku from random mundane everyday things. I hope that’s enough.
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Notes:
1. Made on September 6th, 7th and 8th, 2023
2. Using twine, as always
The Shopping List Haiku Generator (also available here) generates haiku from random mundane everyday things. I hope that’s enough.
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Notes:
1. Made on September 6th, 7th and 8th, 2023
2. Using twine, as always
a trillion / quite tiny / little poems (also here) generates untold billions of quite tiny little poems in a miniature haiku format of 4 then 3 then 4 syllables
or at least it tries too but sometimes the source poems get their meter completely wrong for reasons i am simply unable to explain (reason/explanation: i am quite poor at poems)
the 174 source poems can be found in six small anthologies here, here, here, here, here and here
(this means rather than a trillion tiny poems there’s only 5,268,024, but maybe 5,268,024 is the secret definition of a quite tiny little trillion or somethging, maybe, perhaps, possibly)
anyway occassionally it blurts out something surprisingly beautiful
though more often as not it just churns out rubbish
please do not hate me
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Notes:
1. Made on August 23rd, 2023
2. Using all my old 4/3/4 poems
3. From 2019 till now
there is beauty
in trying
all this again
some poems were
unpublished
but now they’re not
and other ones
slightly changed
to fit this scheme
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#131:
ahead of us
the journey
lingering clouds
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#132:
across the path
fallen leaves
red against the soil
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#133:
i am afraid
to begin
but i begin
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#134:
under the bridge
cows gather
knee deep in mist
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#135:
a cloud of thought
barely formed
like ghosts, like words
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#136:
a white feather
floating past
catching the light
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#137:
a frozen lake
lit only
by last night’s moon
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#138:
a quiet scene
frost and snow
untouched by feet
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#139:
through the mist
the border
we cannot see
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#140:
and all around
frozen blue
mountain flowers
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#141:
frost on the stones
by the fire
breath becomes smoke
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#142:
often am i
quick to speak
too slow to stop
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#143:
blood drops on snow
bleak roses
that do not fade
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#144:
a sea of snow
rising up
ever higher
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#145:
flesh like paper
on old bones
the heart beats on
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#146:
luminous dreams
of a life
floating away
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#147:
the restless dead
bury them
yet they linger
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#148:
i felt quite sad
quite often
about many things
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#149:
i wanted to
write something
so i wrote this
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#150:
not enough to
see or do
here on the moon
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#151:
nothing was said
everything
was clearly meant
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#152:
i often feel
like i don’t
exist at all
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#153:
upon waking
we wonder
is this the dream
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#154:
yet in our dreams
never do
we even sleep
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#155:
the grass grows long
beneath the
rains of summer
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#156:
i am tired
more often
than i’m asleep
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#157:
a paling moon
and the sea
a sheet of glass
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#158:
all i want is
to make things
that people like
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#159:
and instead i
make things like
this useless thing
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Notes:
1. These were written at various stages over the last four years
2. But mostly I don’t know exactly when
3. After the first five of these 4/3/4 extravaganzas I suppose (#1; #2; #3; #4; #5)
4. The first half of these (up to and including the luminous dreams one) were written for a novel that i never finished writing
5. But might one day
6. And the others were either uncollected ones posted here and there randomly
7. Often not even in 4/3/4 format
8. But close enough I could force them into shape today
“I am not a poet”, said Tina, irritatingly. “I just write poems.”
“Urgh,” said Claire. “Just… urgh!”
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Notes:
1. Written in 2022 sometime
2. Sorry I cannot be more precise than that
#1: The Spider
scuttling across ceilings
spitting at me
all my splendid children
demand to be free
#2: The Cat
only in sleep
are we truly ourselves
and no one is themself
more often than me
#3: A Crow
you cannot
you will not
ever
scare
me
#4: David
My beard is like a tangled bush
filled with cobwebs
and bees
rotting fruit
and sparrow’s nests
crisp packets, carrier bags
and old coke cans
turned pink over time
by rain
and sun
#5: The Ghost In The Well
I am no longer alive
and you are not yet dead
but give it time
and we’ll be together again
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Notes:
1. The Spider was written on May 20th, 2022
2. The Cat was written on June 4th, 2022
3. A Crow was written on January 3rd, 2023
4. David was written on May 10th, 2022
5. The Ghost In The Well was written on November 11th, 2022