Basho is Bored (The Haiku Game)

cannabineer

Ursus marijanus
These are not my own,
but they made me laugh. They're a
worthy cut and paste.
cn
The only reason computer support staff have such a hard time is because computer software engineers don't know how to write good error messages. A good computer would provide an error haiku. Some examples:

Wind catches lily,
scattering petals to the ground.
Segmentation fault.


With searching comes loss
and the presence of absence
File not found.


First snow, then silence.
This thousand dollar screen dies
so beautifully.


You step in the stream,
but the water has moved on.
This page is not here.


Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, reboot.
Order shall return.


Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.


No keyboard present.
Press F1 to continue.
Zen engineering.


Printer not ready.
Could be a fatal error.
Have a pen handy?
 

tyler.durden

Well-Known Member
^^This one's my Favorite
I can Relate because of
Recent PC Death!

Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.
 

cannabineer

Ursus marijanus
Blue deepens, reveals
pinpoints bright with memories.
Welcome back, old friends.

Life surges then ebbs,
casting up thoughts of lost love.
Only the stars stay true.

cn
 

Da Almighty Jew

Well-Known Member
Hello, Mighty Jew!
Your Ambitions are quite High
Or maybe it's You ;)
Not to high at all
Crop is not finished quite yet
Only smoke mine its best

I buy from others
Makes me angry, not as good
Organic goodness

Is all that i grow
Big buds make my branches snap
Stake em or collapse :)

fourteen hundred watts
four thousand watts very very soon
then generator

off grid i will grow
hundred pounds not too far off
I make things happen
 

Da Almighty Jew

Well-Known Member
No weed to smoke but
got weed drying on dresser
can't use weed as crutch

no more need to be
balanced for me to excell
improve life it will
 

tyler.durden

Well-Known Member
My Clones have Rooted
I bury their roots Alive
Light will not Find them

I'm Potting Pot Plants!
Irony, not Lost on Me
Look just like their Moms...
 

cannabineer

Ursus marijanus
Footsteps echo down
dust-webbed hallways, lost grandeur
of a senile mind.

The palace ruins
are silent; just the keeper's
well-worn spats with ghosts.

Old lonely man tends
the relics of empire.
This place ruled all, once.

The cracked throne commends
to vast melancholy space
a pigeon's dry corpse.

cn
 
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