HB III is done.
A winner has been chosen.
It was not easy.

one hundred fifty
haiku verses, but just one
Haiku Buckaroo

chosen with great care
by the reigning champion
Mr. Mo-Coffee

Here are the results
along with thoughtful comments
from our champ and judge.

Haiku Buckaroo Honorable Mention

Today seems perfect
to revisit a story
about a haircut.

No, not that long one,
but there is another one
from another time.

I was in Japan
and at my fav’rite haunt,
the Mister Donut.

Free refill coffee
is pretty rare in Japan,
but MisDo has it.

And so I was there,
wondering why I’d gained weight,
blaming it on rice…

A guy came over,
asking me general stuff.
Where from? Use chopsticks?

(Sometimes randomly
people will approach you
to practice English.)

We chatted, and then
he asked me an odd question:
You need a haircut?

Not sure how he guess’d.
My hair prob’ly looked like crap.
Still, I was intrigued.

And I did need one.
See, language barriers
can be really hard.

Even in English,
I have trouble explaining
how I want my hair.

So I’d put it off
waiting for my Japanese
to become fluent.

Turns out that this guy
had a friend with a salon,
down alley, downstairs.

Ever so cautious
but I did follow him there,
and it went just fine.

And he translated,
explaining what I wanted,
the perfect haircut.

Even though I tried,
nobody would let me pay,
and so it was free.

Stuff like this happened
throughout my time in Japan,
so many stories.

But now to this day
when I think about donuts
I think haircuts, too.

Submitted by Maggie’s Mind

Mo-Coffee says: “I was impressed by so many entries that expanded the traditional haiku form into longer narrative poems. This one stood out simply because I found my mind returning to it for three days. The tone and voice is lovely. The story is simple and simply told. And I love the symmetry. Although it might be a touch long, there are two of my favorite haiku’s in this one poem:

No, not that long one,
but there is another one
from another time.


(Sometimes randomly
people will approach you
to practice English.)

The latter one could stand alone, I think. (…and I love the intimacy created by the parenthesis).”

Haiku Buckaroo Honorable Mention

While you are sleeping
I watch your breath rise and fall
And I am content.

Submitted by Jenn in Holland

Mo-Coffee says: “Simple; captures a moment without being sentimental. Also I like that we are left unsure of the relationship and circumstances of the poem.”

Haiku Buckaroo Honorable Mention

Yellow bird sees me
singing at the end of day
perched on a high wire.

Submitted by Elaine at Blog In My Eye

Mo-Coffee says: “This one has a nice tricky ending that adds unexpected tension to the verse.”

Haiku Buckaroo Honorable Mention

Wish there was a word
for that slap-thuk-whoo-whoosh sound~
Boats on water

Submitted by Jenn in Holland

Mo-Coffee says: “Finally I have to give this one a mention. I’m a sucker for onomatopoeia!”

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Poor summer garden
Awash in weeds and neglect
Sun dried tomatoes

Submitted by Englishgenie

Mo-Coffee says: “This one recalls some of the history of haiku (at least the way I understand it) in it’s relationship between humanity and nature, and in its witty turn of phrase at the end. That’s a lot to get into 17 syllables. Plus the word “awash,” which is wonderfully descriptive (awash in neglect…ponder that for a second…) and a great contrast to the now not-so juicy tomatoes.”

to Englishgenie! You won!
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Thanks to Mo-Coffee
and all the participants!
You’re phenomenal!

The countdown to the
fourth Haiku Buckaroo game
begins now, my friends.