Baiku for you

[Special Ed]

Haiku is a Japanese form of poetry. It consist of three lines with five syllables, seven syllables, and five syllables. The lines need not rhyme. The general idea is to paint a picture with words.
Baiku, then, is Haiku about… you guessed it: bikes!

The road curves, I lean.
The road straightens, I go fast.
Cage pulls out, I stop!

Straight road disappears
Over distant mountain range.
Kick ass XS rules!

Do you Baiku?

E.Liberty

[Stralya]

Sounds a bit like Barcoo

One of my favourite poems.

A Bush Christening
by A. B. "Banjo" Paterson.

On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,
And men of religion are scanty,
On a road never cross'd 'cept by folk that are lost,
One Michael Magee had a shanty.
Now this Mike was the dad of a ten-year-old lad,
Plump, healthy, and stoutly conditioned;
He was strong as the best, but poor Mike had no rest
For the youngster had never been christened.

And his wife used to cry, "If the darlin' should die
Saint Peter would not recognize him."
But by luck he survived till a preacher arrived,
Who agreed straightaway to baptize him.

Now the artful young rogue, while they held their collogue,
With his ear to the keyhole was listenin';
And he muttered in fright, while his features turned white,
"What the divil and all is this christenin'?"

He was none of your dolts -- He had seen them brand colts,
And it seemed to his small understanding,
If the man in the frock made him one of the flock,
It must mean something very like branding.

So away with a rush he set off for the bush,
While the tears in his eyelids they glistened --
"'Tis outrageous," says he, "to brand youngsters like me;
I'll be dashed if I'll stop to be christened!"

Like a young native dog he ran into a log,
And his father with language uncivil,
Never heeding the "praste", cried aloud in his haste
"Come out and be christened, you divil!"

But he lay there as snug as a bug in a rug,
And his parents in vain might reprove him,
Till his reverence spoke (he was fond of a joke)
"I've a notion," says he, "that'll move him.

"Poke a stick up the log, give the spalpeen a prog;
Poke him aisy -- don't hurt him or maim him;
'Tis not long that he'll stand, I've the water at hand,
As he rushes out this end I'll name him.

"Here he comes, and for shame, ye've forgotten the name --
Is it Patsy or Michael or Dinnis?"
Here the youngster ran out, and the priest gave a shout --
"Take your chance, anyhow, wid `Maginnis'!"

As the howling young cub ran away to the scrub
Where he knew that pursuit would be risky,
The priest, as he fled, flung a flask at his head
That was labelled "Maginnis's Whisky"!

Now Maginnis Magee has been made a J.P.,
And the one thing he hates more than sin is
To be asked by the folk, who have heard of the joke,
How he came to be christened Maginnis!

The Bulletin, 16 December 1893

The Man from Snowy River and Other Verses
20 October 1895

[prometheus578]

"Haven't even finished my first cup o' cofee, but I'll try."

She leaves a wet spot;
Can't control herself at all.
Leaking float needles.

Strong, bright, purposeful,
Never fail to show intent.
L.E.D. light bulbs.

Getting heated up,
Anger turns bright cherry red.
Still stuck in traffic.

Over inflated.
(Prom's ego, or something else?)
"My tires, you cretin."

I'm sure WildKat will be along shortly to put us all to shame.

[mro]

Baiku

right wrist twists the grip
skinny butt slides on the seat
pilon screams go faster!!!

black clouds flow ahead
crouch low behind vetter shield
oh $hit, rain suit in garage

little heat between legs
cold winds buffet your face
both hands stuck to grips


mro

[fredintoon]

Shatteringly loud
While annoying the neighbors
Don't increase power.

Flat out in fifth gear
A bad time to remember
Inadequate brakes.

Easier to start
A Haiku or Baiku string
Than stop the bastard.

[Wildkat]

Air crisp, clean and cool
Bikes begging to be ridden
No time once again


Silence of two wheels
Loud voices of three children
Loss of one Mom's mind

Heeeey... I'm starting to see a pattern here...
(other than 5-7-5)