I went in the booth
to be alone with you lot,
my fellow citizens.
Feel free to leave your own Election Day haiku (or American sentence) in the comments.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
I went in the booth
to be alone with you lot,
my fellow citizens.
Feel free to leave your own Election Day haiku (or American sentence) in the comments.
Grey foggy morning.
I cast my historic vote!
Now the bright sun shines.
I will love your bright and laughing eyes even if you vote for McCain.
(I did an American sentence instead. Seemed appropriate.)
Governing a large country is like cooking a small fish..
My absentee vote
cast days ago, before the rain
And now, the sunshine
Your election day,
mine too in this shrinking world:
our hopes together.
My foreign vote floats off
in a bottle but today
I’m what feels adrift
(dale – Yes. I’ve edited the post to make it clear that American sentences are also welcome.)
Choose another one
Make him better than the last
We’re holding our breath
If Barack don’t win
We’ll welcome him in Kanuk
To be our PM!
(Translation: Let me tell you, if you don’t vote Barack Obama for President we’ll be happy to have him as our Prime Minister up here in Canada.)
A growing reek:
some farmer has expressed his views
with a manure spreader.
London boy, thirteen,
Sets his clock for five am.
“It’s history”, says he.
Bits from voters swirl –
wagers on democracy.
Hope trumps past rebukes.
Grey skies lower
On a day full of Hope,
Barack Hussein Obama
On tenterhooks,
Hope and fear for O,
Even here in Canada
(as Brenda said, we’ll take him if you don’t)
I stumbled awake
5.30, turned on, broke fast
on euphoria.
Yes, I’m thrilled to death, but I am always plagued by irony. Here are a couple of attempts at Haiku.
We call upon
Descendent of our oppressed
To save us from ourselves
Finally a chance
For fair share of the pie
It is already eaten
this morning the light
seeped through grey clouds, felt its way
over the landscape
Thanks, all. Some real gems here!