Haiku Chain

by Angie, Bob, Jared, Mahima, Sophy and Taylor.

an exquisite corpse haiku, every line had to include one of these words:
cheese, curses, music, run, swim, turtle.

I
Cheese dried by the scorching sun
Music swam across the wind.
Curses, cheddar-head!

Cursing music blazes
Fire that never stops.
Turtles go swim, now!

Music is like snow
it falls like soggy cheese puffs
curses the dancing fin


II
Music through water
Down the runny stream they go.
Turtles will eat too

Curses are bad for you,
your turtles, and your inward
Leaves taking a swim

Music pumps my blood
Music swims the veins in me.
Run from the curses, run turtles!
Don't pick up the phone

Turtles will discover
the cheese is in the hard dirt
Curse the land below


III
Music makes me dance
curses. Turtles make me run
cheese makes me sing high.

Run away from here
You will never swim again
run to the moon's glow

Turtles eat the snow
Say cheese! Lil turtles, say cheese!
Swim across the pond!

The cheese blew away
Take the money and run like flowers
of mozzarella.


IV
Stars sing soft music
Wind swims in chocolate rain
in curses in spring

Run in the light rain
Demonic flowers bloom upward
Towards sitar music.

Bob cursed the turtles
He left the turtle in the mud
shouting, "run, buddy!"

Run in the cold wind
Turtles dirtied in the ground
That got caked in blood!


V
Turtles run with leaves
free in the dream swim of wind
Nature made cheeses

God! Curse turtles, man!
They swam across my hurt foot!
Swim away from it

Nature caresses turtles
blue cheese still calls me to her
run in the cold snow

Dip in the cursed sun
that had cursed blood in his veins.
The cheese swam in ponds


VI
run toward winter's end
curse the rain and chilli snow
swim across the music

Down the street turtles!
Away from the thorny curse
Music howls with trees

bare in winter's cheese
Swim int he summer's winds
dive into life's cake

That has darn turtles in it!
The cheese blew over the pond.
They will steal the earth

There is no more ground

by Mahima Rupakula

There is no more ground

Ever sturdy and living

And there is no more soil

Though it feels so real

Never forget to try, Mahima,

Never forget to go fly

There is a big cloud-

Where you can spread your wings

There, I hear a voice;

In its tone

Is caring, something you’ve never heard here:

Ridhima, my sister,

Away from the rain I now escaped, come!

A replacement poem based on "There is another sky”

by Emily Dickinson

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!