Haiku Guerilla Party

 

Haiku. That sedentary form of poetic expression that blankets the writer and reader with a sense of calm. 

Traditionally, its modus operendi is its "cutting" or juxtapositioning of two ideas signaling a moment of separation.

Seriously: Who's got time for that? 

Jeff and Clark have their preferences, I have mine. I mix haiku up with my own Unbelievable brand of "calm" when I explore the form. Ain't no one gonna tell me differently.



Hey! You! You, Haiku!
Do you do the haiku, too?
It's your nature to ...

Ne'er-do-wells hate us.

The public adores us. But ...

We're just well-dressed gents.

Well ... Hello, Ladies!
It so happens I'm walkin'
In your direction. 

Jeff whips his taters,
Clark gets off vrooming his 'Vette,
I rock pantslessness.

I don't always do

The Haiku. But when I do ...

I do it for you.

Nature? Animals?
Earthly calm and composure?
Sleep-inducing 'ku.

You can't always get

What you want. But if you try?

You get what you need.

The calm after rain.
The cleanliness of nature.
Volleyball sans pants!

We, the crimefighters,

We, The Unbelievables,

We're here. You're welcome.

Unbelieva-Yule-Ku

Blessed Christmas time!

The Yule! The spirit! Warmth's glow!

Camaraderie!

A joyous season 

Which seemingly melts stern hearts

With simple greetings ...

Generous offers,

Genuine invitation

Make pause possible.

Why? How is this so?

There's never time enough ... but ...

Christmas avails us.

We stop, consider,

And, in reflection, we know

Christmas' aura, cheer.

So we greet and call

And plan reunion and mirth

And thus feed Yule's call.

To all we offer,

We Unbelievables three:

Good tidings, Ladies!

It's Party Time: An Unbelievaku

The haiku.
No other form of poetry requires so much discipline, yet allows for so much freedom of expression. Of course, the Unbelieva-ku requires seven times more discipline and results in seven times more fantastic-ness.
Here's one about our social gatherings...

Party time again

at the Unbelieva-base.

I can't wait! Such fun!

Jeff is mixing drinks,

Clark's serving appetizers,

Michael has no pants.

Coats lay on a bed.

Jaccuzzi bubbles away.

Keys are in a bowl.

Shag carpeting makes

static electricity.

Shocks await us all!

This DJ's music

is the best there could be. Hey!

Eric Clapton's here!!

What could be more fun?

Dance and drink and eat and sex

Oops. Wait a minute

Something is missing

Don't know what... the doorbell rings

Well, hello ladies!