Dweeb Haiku
These gems are just some of the masterpieces ever to be uttered in our fancied flights of terror. Some of it is not true haiku in the fullest sense of the word, but it's fairly close in most cases. Man, poetry critics...
-zath-san
| Delicate frog
... playing against the sky the night is beginning. |
Bright
machete fanning the earth napalm perfume. |
-unfg-san
| Together we
turn. Head on we deliver death. Bullets miss, we don't. |
Nose down full power
dive Carriers fill my view Glorious death. |
-hero-san
| Running from
Zeroes I laugh at their balsam wings Alas I still die |
Planes skim the
water Their radar cannot see me Alas I still die |
| My
bullets don't hurt
their fast planes made of thick
steel
Alas, I still die. |
We approach the
fleet My torpedo hits the water Alas I still die |
|
Perfect Harmony |
Five Dweebs leave Hornet The battle is in our hands The Kaga is sunk |
-tone-san
From my lofty perch,
I radiate
explosives.
Catch them, Mister Gold!
-geos-san
The gear is rising
Look upward
death awaits you
Gold mothers weeping.
-ozds-san
| Blue sky around me FW behind me again I visit tower. |
Joystick on my
desk, Happiness is in my heart, Damn thing does not work. |
-cman-san
Irrelevant rule
Our fiery
butterflies rain
Colorful damage
bujdod-san
| Falling rose
petals drift to floating gaijin fields tranquil tsunamis. |
Pacific time blues late work axed six thirty roll a thousand regrets |
-goob-san
Rising flak flowers
Lift
towards floating Dweebs
willing
martyrs
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