rotflmao!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
omg why am i in tears????? its totally accurate but the fact it is a haiku just has me rollin

No, no . . . it has to feel like a haiku.

They get taught in elementary school as just 5 - 7 - 5.

But a haiku should have a sense of stillness, and an extremely quiet moment of insight. Often a seasonal reference as well.

Mario's example was excellent. Mine will suck, but it's an effort to push us back toward the necessary pathos

Fall of ninety-two:
Your headband stood for candor.
Put it on again.

Gave so much, but took
All. Power is not taken.
Time for them to go.

Sorry. Make that

A young girl's ideals,
Sold to feed her vanity
In New Hampshire snows.

Eight Belles favorite
Big Brown winner, filly hurt
euthanasia

Commander In Chief
threshold crossed, me and McCain
experience lies

Black spongy stallion
aligned at the weeded gate.
Bookies, place your bets.

Eminence front walks
The path narrows around her
Darkened sky descends

Let go of the wheel;
Our designated driver
Steers back for your soul.

The Bush nightmare
Nearly over
A dove calls in the distance

A lifetime spent
Dreaming of greatness
You will not be the first

Inevitable
passion evaporated in spring
looming afterthought

Running on empty
Her supporters breathless hold
Tattered signs aloft

victory at dawn
then afternoon skirmishes
bring irrelevance

Excellent, excellent haiku efforts! It is a nice change to see our opinions and perspectives expressed in poetry. Seems to allow us a much needed break from the heat of the "battle."

Obstructing justice
Where are those billing records?
Some knew all along.

Since Pennsylvania
Devoid of any dignity
Incessant Pander

Hillary Clinton
This election not for you.
Go home now. Okay?

What a wonderful thread. I so appreciate all the creative Ha-i-ku (three syllables in Japanese). But "real" poetry doesn't have to confine itself to ephemeral, ineffable Zen emptiness. It can also handle proper polemics when the need arises. Like when Deputy Dubya Bush finally made it to Vietnam (too late for the fighting and dying, of course) only to insult his hosts by informing them that they should not have won their independence from our bloody bungling in their country over many decades. This Vietnam Veteran took that obtuse performance poorly and wrote:

"Hanoi Haiku"

In Hanoi at last
Red-carpet in return for
Our carpet-bombing

The words no one heard,
Due so many years after:
"We apologize"

Deputy Dubya
Sheriff Cheney's Barney Fife
Lost in Mayberry

Gullible Goofy
The boy who cried Wolfowitz
Far too many times

Emerald City
Naked ruler's brand new clothes
Viewed through glasses green

Mission Accomplished!
A cakewalk in its last throes
Now a glacier race

Four Years an "instant"
Nothing happens right away
What did you expect?

Broken-egg omelets
George Orwell's Catastrophic
Gradualism

Shop till the troops drop
Buy a plane ticket or two
Your part in the "war"

Rob the future now
They will never break our will
Those grandkids of ours

Lecture the victors
About their First and Second
Indochina Wars

Where did we get him?
How come we can't do better?
We look so stupid

Michael Murry, "The Misfortune Teller," Copyright 2006

I took some liberties with the syllable structure in the last line:

Cherry blossoms fall In gentle morning breezes; Oh, just face reality and fucking withdraw already Hillary, you're starting to look pathetic.

That's excellent news
Idiotic would tell us.
It's new every time.

Hoping for the rain
To dash his hopeful dreaming
Tears fall from your eyes

This one's for the other Clinton:

White hair, charming smile
He winks at the audience
Dogwhistles to race

Shouldn't forget Chelsea!

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You seem seasonless
lost surrogate, eyes trailing
the mother you aren't

What questions whisper
in cold calculating rooms
do you know elsewhere?

The vacuum of space
A perfect Zen emptiness
Kind of hard to breathe

But not to worry
Bad things must pass in due time
Just not You-Know-Her

Your state doesn't count
We know better than you
Powerpoint proves all

Pirate Pete sent me a haiku in a bottle:

ARGH! FULL SPEED AHEAD
WENCH HILLARY SOMETHING SOMETHING
ACQUIRE! DESIRE! MERGE! MARAUD!

How about if you turn all that hatred toward McCain where it will help instead of hurt?

Crown Royal at night.
Up waiting at 3 a.m.
At new dawn, no crown.

Something about McCain? Okay --

Me, McCain, we drink
Together crossed the threshhold
Oops! Now we're OUTside.

Second honeymoon
dream lost. Now we'll bicker in
Chappaqua twilight.

i'll stay in the race
till you come to your senses
and nominate me

There is no kind way
to polarize electorate
without biting ass

The darted arrow
flung by her, boomerangs back
Smackt by Obama

In it to win it
Gone in a New York minute
Cry me a village