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WHAT'S'AT? A HIGH-COO?

  • A haiku is a Japanese poem of 5, 7, & 5 syllables in 3 lines.
  • Modern American haiku are . . . whatever, but still in 3 lines.
  • high-coo.com
    is the new haiku website of Booker T. Washington Magnet High School's Creative Writing magnet. All copyrights to all poems on this website belong to their individual authors, and none may be reproduced without written consent. Mr. Dickson is
    Fluttering in the wind
    Like a dragonfly

    Look how the lizards
    Jump from the Eiffel Tower
    And lick their brain stripes

    Touch and go until
    I'm standing cold on the sand
    Ocean waves leaping

    What things can be found
    Slithering in the black gunk
    On the old keyboard

    No more reasoning
    With the master of mayhem
    He's made up his mind

    Shimmers and sparkles
    On my pretty flapper dress
    Shine as the tassels spin

    Innoculation
    For the terrible smallpox
    Was a great success

    Marie Antoinette
    Was born in Austria
    And then moved to France

    Donating organs
    Especially those that rust
    Is a daunting task

    Big fat brown strokes
    The paper looks like chocolate
    Be sure not to eat it

    Marshmallows filled with
    Chocolate and marzipan
    Are the absolute best

    The jaundiced tennis
    Player has declared himself
    Unfit for the sport

    There are some people
    Who will not leave you alone--
    Always arguing

    We will become
    So clear and translucent
    Until we disappear

    The Postal Service
    Makes very catchy tunes that
    Get stuck in my head

    Asiago, please
    With bread and chicken
    Not jambalya

    I wish that fat bird
    Would sit on the post out there
    And smile at me

    I see that far bird
    Is far, far, far, far away
    From my window

    Daniel has some teeth
    That are pointy and yellow
    He should brush them more

    Clint Eastwood sings in
    Florida's most famous car
    On Saturday night

    Foster sensei is
    Growing a huge garden of
    Fluorescent light bulbs

    The red, brick building
    Plunges into the ocean
    And it, sadly, drowns