Haiku Story

hotspur 2 years ago

Enjoyed these - haikus and a cup of coffee is a good breakfast although I'm a little concerned at your trust of the satnav....(;]

tonymac04 2 years ago

Thanks for these wonderful haiku Russ. The images are great too!

Love and peace

Tony

poetlorraine 2 years ago

the more i see of this work the more i love it.... can't get my head around it at the moment but i will soon, lovely hub beautiful imagery

Moulik Mistry 2 years ago

I always think of writing haikus but cannot get to do it, you have presented some excellent examples of haikus...

Ryan 6 months ago

This is something I've been working on, it's the first draft so each one doesn't stand alone yet, which is what a Haiku story needs to do, but like I said, first draft.

The Parable of One Ben Popworky.

Written in the style of Haikus

By Triode Crete (Pen name)

Summary

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Ben dismissed good news,

A chance to take a voyage,

And then had poor heart.

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Here, there was a man,

His name was Ben Popworky,

He worked hard each day.

But then upon him,

There appeared a golden horse,

On his back, a note.

On it there, it said;

"Strong you, Ben Popworky,"

"Come for I need might."

But skeptical Ben,

Dismissed this heeding message,

As merely a prank.

"The gold on the horse,"

Said Ben with a smiling face,

"Is nothing but fake."

So Ben had gone back,

To his farm where he worked,

To tend to cattle.

But there the next week,

Appeared a shining bright Hawk,

Who flew tw'ards Ben's brow.

Landing on Ben's foot,

Bearing himself with a note,

Not on back, but beak.

Grab the note Ben did,

With upon it there had read,

"Oh, my master Ben."

"Why have you not come,"

"To help with aid all my men,"

"In with all their quest?"

"I assume this was,"

"In fault of lack of knowledge,"

"What is the reward?"

"What is this I say,"

"With price of many a gold,"

"In the form of jew'ls."

After this was read,

Ben considered it much so,

But decided in not.

He believed in that,

The hawk was a message bird,

Clothed as the large beast.

And also that the note,

This is what Ben concluded,

Was again a jeer.

That belonged to thee,

Who had sent such a note,

to just have a joke.

Passed another week,

'Til Ben saw another beast,

"A tiger!" he joked.

But as it had closed,

Ben's eyes began to unfog,

And he now wonders,

A tiger it is!

So Ben shrieked off with a fright,

But all exits were blocked.

So the tiger came,

And upon his moth Ben saw,

A white sheet of silk.

And to Ben he stopped,

Halting with a gnarl and growl,

Releasing the sheet.

Ben kneeled cautiously,

Clutching tight the paper piece,

Upon it he reads.

"Another week passed,"

"And still you have not come,"

"I can't think of why."

"Other than the fact,"

"That you do not know myself,"

"Or if I'm on high."

"For I doubt that you,"

Would deal with such of the low,"

"Who do not have pride."

"So I tell you now,"

'I am the Wizard Burgmond,"

"On the Hill of High"

With this Ben had scoffed,

"The Wizard Burgmond!" he yelled,

"Only when pigs fly!"

So now Ben was raged,

And enough of this he had,

And chose to send lip.

"The Wizard Burgmond!"

"Him you just cannot be!"

"Enough I have had!"

"You and your games joke!"

"Laughable they truly are!'

"But now they must stop!"

Ben with anger filled,

Shoved the note in tiger mouth,

For he lost all caution.

This now passed two weeks,

Before another scrolled note,

Appears at Ben's door.

Now but it still had,

This time more extravagant,

By that of true beast.

A troll-like monster,

Appeared at Ben's house,

Knocking his door down.

Ben had now been shocked,

But through surprise not of fear,

For with the troll, silk.

He threw it tw'ards Ben,

With a fierce and loudly roar,

And then left, fast away.

With a slowly walk,

Ben picked up the paper piece,

"Not again," he thought.

With a sigh, he read,

"The Wizard Burgmond I am not?!"

"Why my fairly Ben!"

"Why have you adhered,"

"My fair and simple voyage,"

"With my companions?"

"Friend you may have been,"

"Had you done that was asked!"

"But alas, you lost!"

"You lost oh, so much!"

"Not only in gold price,"

"But in great, wild tales."

"But wise you judge not!"

"And that is the way it goes,"

"Our quest will now get off."

"Oh Ben strong you aren't!"

Ben through down the piece thinking,

"Aye! Just a masked man!"

Though Ben was doubtful,

Full of doubt of his choices,

Doubtful of the truth.

But now three months had passed,

And with them Ben became sure,

Though soon, that would change.

It is felt through the air,

And bellowed off of roof tops,

That of a great joy.

And now it nears Ben,

He looks passed his many hills,

And sees a wagon.

A wagon with gold,

A large abundance of gold,

Ben is now quite awed.

But even there's more,

Trolls, tigers, horses, hawks,

And past that a man.

A high-reached thin man,

Whose beard could reach Under World,

And a hat, pointed.

He carried a staff,

That shone stars around the brim,

And he walked with pride.

With this Ben had known,

The Great Wizard Burgmond came,

To greet his meek self.

So Ben ran with fright,

Back into his abode,

At home, he was safe.

So there he waited,

To be greeted by Burgmond,

To be put in place.

But waited he did,

With hours and more on end,

But no one had come.

"Ha!" Ben had thought,

"The wizard could not enter!"

So he let outside.

And there he saw white,

Another sheet of paper,

And grabbed from its lay.

"One more chance," it read,

"For an adventure, follow."

And there he saw gold.

It trailed to his coach,

Seen off into the distance,

Where he had set off.

But skeptical Ben,

Dismissed this heeded message,

As merely a prank.

"The gold on the trail,"

Said Ben with a smiling face,

"Is nothing but fake."