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Haiku U.: Short Takes on the New Semester

August 19, 2010, 8:17 am

I asked a number of friends to help me with this 17-syllable exercise, and since more people responded than I imagined might,  I’m happy to throw everybody into one batch. I hope you’ll consider adding your own.

 

Wake with teeth grinding

Broken printers in my dreams

Is it fall term yet?

Wonderfully does

The cheating kid sit beside

The foreign student.

Capture my fresh thought

Embrace the joy of learning

Oops! There is no place to park.

Why teach before dawn?

The schedule I have now

Might kill me outright.

Happy instructor!

Brilliant students come to learn!

Brooklyn Bridge for Sale!

Cynical teachers

Make empty nests of classrooms

No one fills the blanks.

See the patient desk

Where no writer sits today.

Teaching interferes.

My boyfriend is back

But my new colleague is cute.

Fulbright time again?

Yesterday’s lessons

Drawn from your grad school notebooks

Will not work today.

How can we have lunch?

I teach five classes a day.

Remember? Adjunct!

Anybody here?

A fly buzzes in reply.

Wrong room once again.

Professor X smells

Of Axe spray and baby poop.

Contradictory.

Canadian schools

Give faculty more support.

Count your blessings, eh?

No, you can’t get in.

The class is already full.

Yeah, well, tell it to the Dean.

Library closes

When you most need to go in.

You buy a Kindle.

Fine colleague retires.

Her absence makes you wonder:

Have you allies left?

See the pretty girl!

She is way too young for you.

Better believe it.

Twenty years teaching

And still no health insurance.

Too late for law school?

Submit the novel

Wait for the agent’s reply.

Is this a way out?

Turn your laptop off

And watch the sun cross the sky

Time has no cursor.

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20 Responses to Haiku U.: Short Takes on the New Semester

pkballhaus - August 19, 2010 at 11:27 am

Read my first draftAnd tell me I do not have tomake any changes

pkballhaus - August 19, 2010 at 11:27 am

Okay read my second draft and tell me whyit is now perfect

dtemkin - August 19, 2010 at 1:11 pm

But I made all the changes you told me to; why is it still C-?

deanette - August 19, 2010 at 9:58 pm

Paper or plastic?Would you like some fries with that?I am a poet.

deanette - August 19, 2010 at 10:00 pm

See here and see nowI make my point for all,see?It is all a joke.

deanette - August 19, 2010 at 10:01 pm

One more, just for us:Who knows why we write, okay?Just put the words down.

realtyannie - August 20, 2010 at 5:26 am

Earn a free Master’sWhile teaching a few classes.Then get a real job.

n2n_0131 - August 20, 2010 at 12:40 pm

Win the lotteryQuit the crazy rat raceAnother pipe dream

n2n_0131 - August 20, 2010 at 12:44 pm

Summers for writing?Not for administratorsWe are always here

dank48 - August 20, 2010 at 1:04 pm

First, five syllables,Then seven, then five again.Can’t you freaking count?

dank48 - August 20, 2010 at 1:07 pm

This haiku that addsUp properly still remainsDevoid of significance.

dank48 - August 20, 2010 at 1:08 pm

Discipline is hard.All those books I’ve still not read:Adios, Summer.

drdonp - August 20, 2010 at 1:35 pm

P nine-elevenProf is coming towards me PCM later

dpn33 - August 20, 2010 at 2:49 pm

Now texting in classReplaces passing of notes.someone text me, too?

crankycat - August 20, 2010 at 6:09 pm

Ah, September breeze,Professorial murmurs;Smell the paperwork.

deanette - August 20, 2010 at 10:07 pm

See how I am nowon this late night drinking bingeWhy am I writing?

deanette - August 20, 2010 at 10:08 pm

It is not so lateMy friend says it is okaywhich means we may laugh.

deanette - August 20, 2010 at 10:10 pm

Together we writeYou don’t know his name or mineWhich means we are free.

jobi33 - August 22, 2010 at 1:18 pm

Lots of my colleaguesSeem unhappy at their jobs.Tell me this is new.

wilkenslibrary - August 24, 2010 at 3:25 pm

Astonishment masked.”What is that?” “It’s my sonnetIn good haiku form.”