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Hello, this is Patricia, welcoming you to Series 4 Episode 4 of the Haiku Pea Podcast from Poetry Pea. I think we’re going to have a lot of fun this week, well that’s the plan…
Today I’m joined by my three community judges for this topic of humour. Our first judge is Roger Watson, who you already know, he regularly contributes to the podcast with his own haiku and senryu and of course he introduced this topic with a workshop in Episode 23 of the 3rd Series of the haiku pea podcast.
Our next judge is Peter Draper, again regular listeners will know his work as he too contributes to the podcast.
And then, we have someone we’ve not heard from before Andrew Shimield. Andrew I know as he co-ordinates the London haiku group for the British haiku society and very kindly lets me come along, now that they are Zoom meetings. He also takes the time to act as a mentor for less experienced poets and members of the British Haiku Society.
Just a quick reminder that I’m accepting submissions for exaggerated perspective until the 20th February 2021, so if you haven’t sent me your submission time is running out. If you’ve never sent me a submission, why not make it this month? I look forward to reading it.
Now as usual I’ll start with some haiku that have been previously published. Then It’s over to you, for some sparklingly witty, wry, dry, sometimes a little sad humorous verses from you. Thank you as always for sending me you submissions and for coming along to listen.
bagpipers
just far enough away
to move me
Debbie Strange, Shortlisted : 2018 H. Gene Murtha Senryu Contest
Barbara Carlson sent me a little verse. As a retired teacher she often gets little gems like this via email. We tried to find out where it originated but couldn’t. If you know please tell us, I think it’s quite amusing. I love to think of a young person handing this in as their homework.
five syllables here
seven more syllables there
are you happy now?
poky hotel
no room for my shadow
to unpack
David Cobb from his book Palm
New Years Day-
Everything is in blossom
I feel about average
Issa, taken from Robert Hass: The essential haiku
abandoned park…
among the high grass
a plastic dinosaur
Daniela Misso
Failed Haiku A Journal of English Senryu, Volume 5 Issue 56
LAX pick up
Danté never mentioned this
tenth circle of hell.
Aaron Naparstek, honku.org
Now for our main event, haiku and senryu written especially for the podcast and the Poetry Pea Journal, of which more later…
aha-moment
the persistent neighbor’s
car horn
Mikō
retirement his new career doctor appointments
Bruce H. Feingold
everyone laughed
at the pie in my face
but i ate well
James Young
crocodile handbag
the seller closes the deal
with a snap
John Hawkhead
olive oil the virgin in the room
Roberta Beach Jacobson
In the last podcast I was talking to Ben Gaa. In a bit which I didn’t record we were discussing how I disliked snow. He told me I should write a humorous haiku about how I hated the stuff. Well I didn’t have to because Pam Joy sent me this.
snow falls
mercury rises
I shovel slush
Pam Joy
new snow cleans my yard
son’s chore done
powdered dog piles
Barbara Carlson
hitting a rock
on downhill run –
I grow wings
Paul Callus
snow day –
shovelling replaces
the labor of teaching
Shai Afsai
apologies
to the flower garden
left out in the cold
Ron Scully
our cat
declines Zoom meeting
in one purr-fect leap
Doug Lanzo
nothing left
to say
October crickets
Doris Lynch
Judges choice nomination, Roger:
round bales of hay…
cattle sadly waiting
for a square meal
Rob McKinnon
coots sans masks
social distancing
wing-shake ban
Wayne Kingston
plunging in,
fizzing-
fizz balls in the jacuzzi
fizzing all out
Karla Linn Merrifield
Now in this 4 line verse Karla has not just used the visual images for humour but she’s used sound. Let’s hear it again and listen to the repetition of fizz, does it work on you as it did on me I wonder ?
Oh and by the way, in the next podcast Brad Bennett is coming along to talk to us about sound or as he more eloquently puts it Euphony in our haiku. Do come along and listen, because there are other treats in that podcast too…
a very short play –
shush she says to me,
we are in a library
Ian Speed
urban runoff a faecal matter
Pat Geyer
colonoscopy screening
the waiting room décor …
a deep brown
Jay Friedenberg
heavy wind
the old outhouse
blows over
Lori Becherer
playing the flute
grand-dad
passing gas
Laura Driscoll
potty training
trying not to confuse her
I sit when I pee
Alex Fyffe
an apple falls
down the stairs
clip clop clip clop
Mark Gilbert
circus lion
leaps over fire hoop –
audience roars
Neera Kashyap
parrot fly-by his newly waxed car
Deborah P Kolodji
toenail clippings–
a gathering
of crescent moons
Pippa Phillips
dark matter
looming large
a chocolate fudge cake
Angela Terry
too lazy
to look up the word
lollygagging
Jackie Chou
a close friend
she calls on the rare day
I’m out to lunch
Giddy Nielsen-Sweep
a loud whistle…
appreciating the attention
of the kettle
Marilyn Ward
melancoffee
an unknown writer
feels my pain
Linda L Ludwig
Linda, I was so worried I would mess up reading this and spoil your excellent word play.
rainy season
new acquaintances
same old bar tricks
Eve Castle
scarecrow’s days
are numbered
no rains
Lakshmi Iyer
mask problems
what should we wear
for Carnival ?
Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo
Staying with outfit problems, I’ve written you a senryu about a first world problem I’m tackling at the moment. I think it is self explanatory:
mother of the groom
if only hiking clothes
were acceptable
Bisshie
window shopping
she tries to lose weight
for the dress
Minal Sarosh
trash sale dress
couldn’t have more
sweet memories
Nadejda Kostadinova
I’m going to interrupt our poetry for a minute to do a little housekeeping.
Firstly, thank you to Ben and Alan who were my guests in the previous podcast. Lots of you have written to me to say how much you enjoyed the podcast and many of you have given me differing points of view and more reading and viewing. Thank you, I always appreciate it when you help me to learn.
Don’t forget it’s no Ego submission time in March. And your poems should not include I /my/we/our/us.
Breaking news
The Poetry Pea Journal of Haik and Senryu, winter edition is now available.
Remember Nika’s postcard project ? I’ve been sending more postcards, have you? If you don’t know what I’m talking about you’ll find the info in the show notes for episode one of the fourth series and the poets’ directory. I recommend sending, Jim aka Nika a card, he sends wonderful postcards in reply.
Thank you to everyone who has bought me a coffee, and is helping me to keep the Haiku Pea podcast free. I would really like to keep it that way, but I do have costs. That’s why I put the buy me a coffee button on the website. I really appreciate the help, thank you.
Before I get back to the poetry, do you fancy being a community judge? I’m looking for community judges who would like to read submissions, do a zoom call with me and a couple of other members of the community, write a commentary and of course be on the podcast. I’m close to having a panel in these time zones: California, North Carolina and Europe so I urgently need volunteers for those areas, but if you want to take part, please let me know, wherever you are. I’ll make it happen.
Now back to the poetry:
sudden raindrops
pelt my page
my lifestory
Máire Morrissey-Cummins
grey skies
matching grey hair
covered by grey hat
Ellen Urowitz
boys alone
the sound of sniggers
in a carton box
Christina Chin
squirrel
darting in and out of traffic
nuts
Ronald K Craig
bear hibernation –
survival
of the fattest
Bill Fay
Judges choice nomination, Peter:
Spider in the bath
rope on the soap
ten hairy legs
Wendy Gent
Cyndi Lauper
streaming from the speakers
— tea steeping
B A France
a seagull
swiping my fish and chips
from my hands
Katherine E Winnick
sunset clouds—
a crow crosses the road
riding the cow
Neena Singh
beet salad –
I crunch through lunch
with Kerouac
Dorothy Burrows
Wednesday
neither beginning nor end
mid-week crisis
Kim Russell
cherry blossoms . .
I only need to write
two lines
Valentina Ranaldi-Adams
turtle on a log
sometimes
a cliche will do
Brad Bennett
refuse dump
two black bears slouch
on a stained sofa
Debbie Strange
morning stroll
a lark’s gift
on my head
Nisha Raviprasad
old family photo…
grandma and I
with toothless smiles
Hifsa Ashraf
a picnic
on dry grass—we share
our allergies
Richard Tice
ready to go …
coats lined up
in the hallway
Daniela Misso
her staccato
against his legato
bickering again
Natalia Kuznetsova
spring morning
a dawn chorus answers
his peaceful snore
Robert Witmer
julienne carrots
how French translations upgrade
our expectations
Lorraine A Padden
years of German study—
ready to speak
in the present tense
Christine Wenk-Harrison
on his cheek
a razor nick –
brain surgeon
Janice Doppler
cheering
the great conjunction…
it’s a plane
EL Blizzard
ripples
tracking a skipping stone…
lake espionage
Srinivas S
first frosts
freezing my smile
till warmer times
Bakhtiyar Amini
early morning . . .
she makes the bed
with me still in it
Bill Waters
Bill is one of my new friends on Instagram. Those of you with Instagram accounts, don’t forget to use the hashtag #poetrypea for your haiku. Then go and have a look at other work on the hashtag and show them some love too.
afternoon snow
the hen doesn’t notice
the sky is falling
Kristen Lindquist
on a blanket
watching seagulls
steal a picnic
Christopher Peys
ducks waddle
over the pond
still water
Hannah Hulbert
bug of the day
swimming in my coffee
well caffeinated
Richard Bailly
spring morning
both legs in one side
of my underpants
David Oates
After Issa :
banished
to celeb island –
screeching egos
Peter Adair
there’s a hole
in my bucket list, my bucket list
a hole
Robert Horrobin
paunch during lockdown
how he competes
with his pregnant wife
Arvinder Kaur
sunset –
the moon
goes green
Eugeniusz Zacharski
a beetle
floats on a birch leaf
still eating
Richard L Matta
empty beer cans
in a basement garden
ruddy gnomes
Tony Williams
bumpy flight
a nun hands me
her spare rosary
Bona M Santos
under the bed
with the dust bunnies
today’s motivation
Julie Bloss Kelsey
zoom meeting
I think I put on too much
parfume
Maya Daneva
Ash Wednesday
grandpa gives up
his combover
Nika
sweater
from last season
one size too small
Sherry Grant
his work done
the gas repair man
lights his cigarette
Peter Draper
loud snores
I tickle him through
a hole in my sock
Vandana Parashar
year’s ending
soccer field port-a-potty
frozen poop
Oliver Porter
a hurricane of papers tail wagging
Sharon Mahany
Judges choice nomination, Andrew:
After Wordsworth:
almost poetic
I wandered lonely
on a locked-down high street
Tracy Davidson
Don’t forget you can find out the eventual winner of the judges’ choice in the Spring edition of the Journal when it’s out.
Thanks you for coming along and listening today. It’s been lovely to have your company.
Remember I’m accepting submissions via email for “exaggerated perspective” until the 20th February, 2021.
Please join me again in a couple of weeks when I’ll be chatting to Brad Bennett and Bruce H Feingold and there’ll be some other threats too. Till then, keep writing…
Apologies to Lekha and Robert that I didn’t read their verses on the podcast, but tune in next time and I’ll be reading them:
a haiku with humour
I fail
grim world drags on
Lekha Desai Morrison
best barbecue ever
my search ends
marry me
Robert Quezada
