
Inklings and Glimpses
The inklings and glimpses that we get of the vast extravagant panorama The one or two trickles we see of the colossal waterfal…
“Osama… meet George…
Here’s bread and water to eat
the rest of your days…”
I’m frankly a bit obsessed. The “Islamic Haiku” I’ve been writing for DeenPort are turning decidedly political… and I thought this one might not be appropriate for a website that can be a forum for political views, but is not so dedicated.
Here’s a haiku which is the result of a deep frustration… and the scenario is of course that these two “contenders” who are now more or less mirror images of each other, are left, say, on a desert island with just themselves (though I’d throw in a few more to liven it up a bit, Cheney, Zarqawi… is he still dead?, etc. to make it a real Lord of the Flies ), and let them work it out between them, and may the best devil win.
This could start a new genre, if not in haiku (there’s no seasonal reference here, no turning at the end to a kind of burst of epiphany), at least in the knock-knock joke department.
Here’s another one:
“Osama… meet George…
This melting iceberg your home…
Oh… and polar bears!”
Categories: Poems