This haiku stuff is-------------(not yet)
so zen I just cannot be--------(coming)
leave I’m reading it-------------(again)
on this site we stay
back and forth forevermore
one more wasted day.
Off that way they go:
affront or retreat – ne’er The
none less saving night
Fleeing in terror
Nowhere in Japan to hide
Godzilla crushes
-Imp
The Cub gives into
the old wolf, the cub does not
give into himself
( 
Baden Powell was a zen master?!)
birds singing high coo’s
brightens a wistful afternoon
Spring lends old men bounce
Hi Oughtist…guys,
good stuff, thanks…I also write some haikus (to the eternal shame of my parents 
) so now I’m gonna don my cloak of shamelessness and post them right here…warning: they’re traditional (not the bastardised western versions- pretty much what we did to sushi)- so they’re about nature…12 to 17 syllables, and my apologies to Masaoka Shiki…
o-hana (the flower)*
pink blossom up high
dancing, shiv’ring, teetering
the ground breaks its fall
*and in spring time- of course it’s the cherry blossoms
snowy woods
first brown, then green, now white
it stretches soo beyond
footprints I leave behind
and how about a senryu (can’t have a haiku without a senryu)?
0-jiisan(old man)
right there he is
so still he sits
he’s dead me thinks 
HG1
you could call me haikus bastardized. I’m not down with teh esoteric rules, but sometimes i will make them about nature (and other things)
here’s one i wrote at work while pondering quitting marijuana.
high times come and go
fog and haze clouding vision
like a summer rain
yeah, rules suck…you can bastardise any time Wonderer…
and to continue along the same theme:
I hear it coming
the silence, the void, the wait
at last, the cloudburst
HG1
techtonic plates rise
under oceans resting on
to face the mountain
in the morning sun
fish swim thru sieze of senses
unaware of peaks
deep within the hearth
one further eruption quakes
open a channel
the remote is lost
for we viewers who change any
streams to something else
As I read this thread,
I find myself wondering;
Why I’m typing this.
i dont like the rules too!
roses are red
violets are blue
when i flush the toilet
there’s a bit of haiku
Plodding on its track
globe of sand on the ant’s back
nature’s whip doth crack
(Sisyphus, you suck…. a better alternative ending 
)
I wonder which is easier to do- obey the rules or break them?
impulsive haiku:
Pain:
shit hurts me you know?
bleating rays of anti love…
“sun” of man my ass.
solar anus lights
internal interiors
with earthy color
…ooommmm…
im going crazy
really like it that way
my shit is excused
The Shell
Broken and brittle
it climbs high and rides the waves
to its resting place
Rainbow
A domed canopy
of hues in the horizon
sun rays meet the rain
Intolerable,
And highly annoying, why;
Do I keep reading?
speak of dew as dew,
birds and breeze, blooms and cow’s poo
no shit, that’s haiku
And to prolong Pav’s torture….
decapitated
sunflowers I just planted
squirrels getting started
circling, buzzing, aim
that long nozzle at my skin
watch it have its fill
HG1
A through letter Zed,
All spinning around my head;
Then I go to bed.