Project Meta-Muse Part 1

Pilliwink's playthings
These litigo limericks
Something...a light bulb

You are invited
Readers composers haiku
About what you find

Wander words yule tide
Wondering warden's tool tine
Orange tangerine

Purple nor silver
Have rhymes in English language
...but Meta-Haiku?

Better then than now
Entire universe threatened
Infinite Menace

We are each of us
Sesquippedaliophiles
If knot grate spelors

Nine angelic choirs
Attended by Greek muses
Terrestrial base

Go to this blogger
Meta-Haiku USA
Better than bilge wine

Terrifying Collection (rensaku)

Terrifying Collection

Shambling monster
Terrifying collection
Borrowed body parts

Fur where none should sprout
Feathers in other places
Far too many eyes

What big fangs you have
Dressed in grandma's flannel gown
scent of blood and poop

Sit with us for tea
How has your day been so far
Don't notice corpses

Most did not suffer
much unlike this one still lives
Let me borrow blade

Army of monsters
Rampaging across H P
Without direction

Secret Group (resaku)

Don't tell anyone
Secret group handles these things
When least expected

Hired assassin smiles
You don't want grisly details
Murder is messy

Act like all is well
Find something to write about
Ignore stacked corpses

Nothing to see here
No such thing as secret group
Don't get in our way

Hashtag Assassin and the Army of Monsters (rensaku)

#trendingpoetry #haiku #monsters #collection

Hashtag assassin
Leading army of monsters
Through readers kitchen

On way to slaughter
Almost human creatures drool
Over Capn Crunch

Mindless things break wind
Concerto of hunger growls
In your breakfast nook

Please do not get up
Metallic fangs nibble toast
With butter and jam

Invaded reader
Stunned by army of monsters
Has nothing to say

We're just passing through
Eating everything in your 
Refrigerator

The hashtag hassle
has begun with a gurgle
Weird poets giggle

Teacher

I met this rabbi
Who shows war urge misguided
Taught me a few things

Storm (rensaku)

Clouds over lake flash
Groan grows to bellowing boom
Drops wet projectiles

Electricity 
Refuses half the county
Poet grabs pencil

Magic energy
Withheld from appliances
Light bulb ignores switch

Loss of power sucks
People show human nature
For better or worse

Insert this side up 
Caution severe tire damage
Come to Jamaica

Blinding thunder clap
Deletes modern convenience
Empty streets run off

Hadn't been for love
I would be in jail again
Not in Burmingham

It's time to learn things
Not just quiet listening
Smack the butt of spring

Newlyweds cuddle
Give up electricity
You are all I need

Wind lashed summer rain
Now electric goes offline
What next? Gravity?

Both Begin and End

Both begin and end
Infectious laughter attached
Viral reading trend

Haiku quarantined
Verse infected with laughter
Sides reported split

Other symptoms range
From feelings of "normalcy"
To life extension

Do not read haiku
Unless you like belly laughs
In small packages

If you find haiku
Do not panic, they smell fear
Call someone who cares

I don't know whether 
We can get out of this burb
Both begin and end

Infectious haiku 
Warning! Do not read this verse
Or the ones above

Each Sacred Moment

Reflect poetic
Haiku each sacred moment
Gleaming in  nimbus

No, Thank You

Haiku? No, thank you.
Too much counting on fingers
Not enough leg room.

Type #1 metahaiku

meta- Maroon Five

Smell your scent for miles
I'm preying on you tonight
Just like animals

MET AHA IKU (acrostic rensaku)

Meaning must evolve
Experimental poem
Tradition falls short

Argue with teachers
Have your own epiphany
Alarming critics

Ignore beaten path
Know what makes your poetry
Unforgettable

Counting

Wise haiku student
Watches local wildlife
Counting on fingers

Type 5

You may already
Be the winner of this prize!
...(Or others like it)..

Type #5 metahaiku. Just leave a blank check in the comments box.

The Thought

Since that day 
I keep the thought of you
Wrapped around my heart

body

nothing wrong with round
you are my kind of woman
just the way you are

Type 1 metahaiku

this is haiku form
whether you like it or not
five seven five clone

three line verse on page
why do you talk to your self
that makes you meta

mirror views poet
metahaiku looking back
talking to itself

haiku I don't think so
too much finger counting
not enough leg room

gentlemen behold
type one meta haiku verse
tomorrow the world

this metahaiku
hello poetry by peele
I was never here

type #1 metahaiku is a self referential verse in classic  haiku 5-7-5 form .

Type 2

Gentlemen behold
my Type two meta-haiku
Leaving a comment

If you don't click like
Poet will punish poem
Please here he comes now

Have you been reading?
Those two made you feel disturbed?
I shall destroy them

Poets disclaimer
Poems may die in this verse
Would you like to watch?

Type 3 metahaiku

Here comes the new boss
It's the same as the old boss
In  teen-age wasteland

Leave nothing standing
Shatter every window 'til
It is blown away

Jude don't be afraid
Take sad song make it better
She's under you skin

Row your boat gently
Down the stream row merrily
Life is but a dream

Type 4

I'm talking to you
Conversational tenor 
We can discuss this

Breaking the fourth wall
This type four metahaiku
Wants to shake your hand

Unconcerned with art
If you have read up to here
Forgive my flip tone

Here's how to meta
I was once just like you are
Seeking deeper thoughts

String between two cans
Hums with our conversation
High definition

I as poet thank
You dear reader responding
What you really think

Defining types of metahaiku is not as easy as I make it seem. I'm terribly sorry for offending traditional haiku readers, but I am a nonconformist
disestablishmentarian so this is what I do. I humbly apologize for any hurt feelings, but there is more, much more to come.

weapon

eyes closed shallow breath
metamorphosis begins
pen becomes weapon

What Value

Tumbling between logic 
and emotion
wanting identity
respecting unknown
treading slippery slope
making no progress
only words
following each other
and other mental
fragments not so easily defined
phrases chase
imagination
almost but
never quite catching
a dream from some undefined 
time ago
time ago
time ago
time all gone
where such things do
that had such vitality
in its appointed moment
all but despised an instant
later later later
now
what value has the dream
now now now
outside of the healing
context of dream
moan kick shudder snore
no more 
but 
value now
I can only guess
Is your guess any less
astute determined careful
not to leave muddy footprints
In the fresh snow of the new day

Chimney

brick dust trickling
down outside of old chimney
long ago alone

someone

fall toward awake
that someone who always knows
finally at rest

Storage

storms in cold storage
only viewed by dreaming mind
careful not to see

Meta-gunsaku (gunsaku)

gathering haiku
storm clouds spitting three line rain
this is not the first

this is not the next
figure in statue garden
but one another

Nor is this one next
In a series of poems
Closer to loose group

you might stand right here
or here if this feels better
only you decide

but now look around
this may be the true First One
Somehow I doubt it

Certain so was I
Bottom to upwardly read
I was so certain

try to find handle
exit door painted on wall
will you write me out

if out ever was
how did you get there just now
and where are we now

this is not the last
verse in some linked poetry
all I have to say

this might be the last
you hear from me forever
are you listening

maybe this goes first
rearranged by your own mind
free to move about

This might be middle
surrounded on every side
by dreams of haiku

Gunsaku is a collection of haiku like verses written by the same author, regarding the same subject, designed to stand in no particular order. Unlike rensaku, gunsaku has no leader or regimentation of numeration.

Holding

holding company
close to the vest gambler 
show us what you got

Now

now is poetic
before counting on fingers
storm clouds open loud

Belonging

self of the poet
belongs not to one person
but any who read

Over There

everyone watch that
over there not this thing here
but now look magic

Type One

generic haiku
furls on early summer breeze
five seven five wind

Type Two

really good poem
made me want to write my own
on your comment page

Type Three

row your boat gently
down the stream row merrily
life is but a dream

Type Four

I'm talking to you
type fours like to break fourth walls
curl up in ones lap

Poem Pigeon | Share an existing poem

Poem Pigeon | Share an existing poem

Meta-Basho

Ready? Here we go
Frog jumps in pond, Ancient sound
See? Now go dry off

Golden Poet

For Your Eyes Only
My real name is John Ernest
Not Golden Poet

Happy Birthday Nona May

Husband pens his love
After one year of marriage
Proud to be your spouse
Partner in deepest spirit
Yesterday and tomorrow

Blessings of a happy home
Irresponsible poet
Responsible Nona May
Turned it all around
Horizons unbound
Dancing through the galaxy
Astronomical glitter
Yearning to be creative

Never giving up on you
On this very special day
Notions of passionate love
Anon and henceforth

Merrily we sing
Astral connectivity
You and me both bless'd

quiet

Quiet but the whisper Of ballpoint on paper Sweetens Hippocrene

Free the Haiku Seventeen

Legal department
Haiku Incorporated
Short verse lobbyist

Filing suit against
All seventeen syllables
Defective products

Waving placard shouts
Free the Haiku Seventeen
Storm clouds cross cardboard

Aggressive silence
Media strangely absent
Birds poop on protest

He Pours River

Stream was always there,
So I dipped my tea kettle
Too much, poured some back

One who saw said, “look!
He pours river from kettle!”
Thus legends are made.

Ways not known to me
Appear beneath my Nikes
Synchronicity

What led me here now
I shall follow in future
Ways remain unknown

As temple bell rings
Flock of sparrows leaves its tree
Will they all return?

Type 2 metahaiku - Bravo

I heard those guitars Accompanying your lyrics,Kudos to your muse

Nameless Stranger

Stray dog barks at road 
Not just any vagabondChildren run to look

Patches on tatters
Holes through dusty shoes and hat
Walletless pockets

At the edge of town
Lawmen watching his approach
Might just have some fun

Did you hope to pass
Without giving up some gold
This here's a toll road

Empty palms up shrug
Silent universal sign
Mute baffled and broke

Show us some I D
Any kind of credential
Utility bill

A scrap of paper
Turned to lace at the creases
Kept under his hat

Like a stinking fish
The two deputies watch him
One grins other frowns

Hey wait a minute
Don't I know you from somewhere
Famous for something

Crowd gathered like clouds
Spatters of recognition
Fall on hunched shoulders

Whispered names thunder
Shower of accusations
Lightning in his eyes

Rogue preacher wizard
Winds of change at his command
Simply vanishes

A gasp from the mob
Read the paper that he left
"Will haiku for food"

this shape

When I see this shape
I imagine flat footballcovered in tall grass

Type 1 Metahaiku- Ace

Self descriptive verse
Pours seventeen syllables
In three lines like these

Singularity
Needs no context or reply
Verse regards  itself

Explaining haiku
Type one metahaiku serves
As mirror to verse

Meta-Tanka Blues

meta-tanka blues
thirty-one syllables long
two sections, five lines

above find subject's action
below artists reaction

Rensaku Barbecue

Written on paper
Translated to internet
These words meet eyeballs

Pond of Saint Basho
Frog leaps in ancient splash sound
Water writes ripples  

Poet  writing verse
Motioning to haiku muse
I have nothing 

Distinct aroma
Someone cooking barbecue
Distracting poet

Neighbors family
Arriving from far away
Invading poem

Muse tweaks poet's nose
Neighbor kids politely knock
Come share food with us

Positive response
Starving artist needs to eat
I'll be right over

Poet can't resist
Laughter from neighboring yard
Gurgle in belly 

Bring paper journal
Explain haiku to novice
Summer afternoon

Torn between two sides
Happy I can have them both
Corn on cob and beans

My muse must have been hungry
I stuff my face with burgers