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Urban Haiku

We haven't had many entries in our Urban Haiku contest. But several of our Dream Keepers have been writing Haiku over the past few weeks on Wednesday nights. One of the Dream Keepers wrote poems suitable for publication. Enjoy!

Wanted: Tom Jackson
Wanted since June, 2000
Worried about pollution?
—Elisha Branch

Bethel Baptist Church
Rummage Sale is this Friday
How much for Jesus?
—Elisha Branch

No child left behind
Have faith in education
I'm ten; I can't read.
—Elisha Branch
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Area 17 said…
Neat contest, and great organisation!

For a simple clear intro to haiku:
what is haiku


crowded street
the space
a dog’s deposit

Alan Summers
Haiku Presence ISSN 1366-5367

night empty streets
a siren alarm pierces
the souvenir shop

Alan Summers
Ritsumeikan University Peace Museum Award Commendation

Haiku don't need to be 5/7/5, it's what's inside, not the number, that counts.

Good luck with the contest though, and I hope you get more entries.

I also think a string of haiku could make a potential Hip hop track, which is what I'm hoping to do with a youth group in the deprived North of England.

Maybe a thought?

all my best,

Alan, With Words
October 13, 2010 at 4:46 PM
The Write Now! Coach said…
Alan,

Thank you for the amazing poetry, information, and ideas. I appreciate it. I like the idea of using Haiku to create a hip hop track. Let me know what happens with your project!

Best wishes,
Rochelle
October 21, 2010 at 9:35 AM
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