senryu

My poems – Living Senryu Anthology


The senryu were published here:

https://senryu.life/poets-index/44-index-l/lysenko,-myron.html#:~:text=Myron%20Lysenko,1952%20Heyfield%2C%20Victoria%2C%20Australia.&text=He%20is%20the%20Victorian%20Representative,and%20anthologies%20around%20the%20world.



rose petals
she begins to lose
her hair

Creatrix Anthology 2008-2012

missing teeth
the comb also
missing teeth

paper wasp Vol 19 #4, Summer 2014

even after death
each one is different—
leaning headstone

tinywords 23 August 2006

Christmas lunch—
after the presents we continue
our arguments

Creatrix 28, February 2015

pine forest
a naked doll face down
in the mud

paper wasp 21.1, Autumn 2015

dementia–
a chance to beat my father
at chess

Free XpreSsion XX11.9 Sept 2015

wild wind
she asks me to take
Viagra 

Wild Plum 1:2, Winter 2015

old jogger—
I wave to him
in my pajamas

Prune Juice 17, Nov 2015

news of refugees
the oak leaf crushed
in my hand 

Modern Haiku 47:1, 2016

unstable cliffs
he pulls his daughter away
from the ice-cream van 

Barenuckle Poet Anthology 2015

For H Gene Murtha

bare limbs
not too macho
for haiku


Failed Haiku Vol 1, #3, 2016

our car rolls
backwards up the hill
marriage on the rocks 


Shots from the Chamber Anthology 2016

the way
to a lonely man’s heart
surgery 


Failed Haiku #6, June 2016

lost
pointed in the right direction
by a blind man

a rosebush grabs my sleeve, Flat Chat Poets, 2005

morning swim
discussing relationships
in the deep end

a rosebush grabs my sleeve, Flat Chat Poets, 2005

2020 AFL Grand Final Haiku Kukai



– smoke and lasers by Rob Scott (Haiku Bob)

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haiga by Rob Scott

Well into the future, the year 2020 will need no introduction. Like every legendary age that preceded it, 2020 will go down as a larger than life, deeply transformative time that puts every other calendar year with a dark story to tell in the shade – especially for those who lived through it. Covid-19 shocked, rearranged and reinvented the world. Things we took for granted became nuggets of irrational desire – like going to the movies, having dinner out, visiting our mums and dads, and toilet paper!

More than any city in the country, Melbourne bore the brunt of the metamorphic shock of the global pandemic. Two lockdowns, one lasting 4 months, are testament to that. Collateral damage of the Covid-19 pandemic included the 2020 AFL season. Border closures and quarantine regulations posed the biggest threat to the completion of a VFL/AFL season since WW2. For the first time in history, football was played in front of no crowds, with not a single game (including the Grand Final!)  played in Melbourne after Round 5. Bubbles, hubs, quarantine breaches and the permutations of rolling fixtures and shortened quarters dominated the back pages as we sat on the edge of our couches, crossing our fingers for a meaningful, if not satisfactory resolution to a season no one had anticipated.

With the grand final wrenched away from Melbourne, and with much of the country forced to watch it from their living rooms, it was always going to be a different day. For everyone, including haiku poets entering the 9th running of the Grand Final Haiku Kukai, it was a time of curious anticipation. In true form, they rose to the challenge.

In the days leading up to the game, haiku poets reflected on the poignancy of the event:

as two thirty nears
ghost siren over Punt Rd
my bones feel the roar

Amanda Collins

grand final parade
pigeons strut through
the mall

Myron Lysenko

Grand Final—
yellow and black daisies
on my brother’s grave

Mary Stone

The afternoon of
the first night grand final –
bugger all to do

Clem Byard

grand final day
not
at mum’s

Glenn Harper

grand final day
the MCG fills
with seagulls

Louise Hopewell

MCG
a lone seagull
looks for a chip

Jeanie Axton

Here near St Kilda
I don’t hear any neighbours
barracking at all

Hamish Danks Brown

Some of our haiku poets follow the footy as much, if not more, than the average supporter, and engaged in some of the pre-game banter of the build-up with their uniquely fanatical and humorous offerings:


Eastern Standard Time
– Pop go the Pies
in Gabba Bubble

Bill Wootton

Something in the air
– Tom Hawkins
denies it

Bill Wootton

Late change
AFL rethinks presenting premiers
with Cartier watches

Michael Potter

smoke and lasers
the singer’s
single hit

Glenn Harper

But it’s in the clinches where all haiku poets worth their salt belong, and from the first bounce to the last, they put their heads over the ball and produced the most prolific performance in the 9-year history of this event to date. This year’s kukai generated 450 haiku in total including 330 during the game itself – approximately 3-4 per minute. A blistering pace. The highlights reel is below.

As usual, a huge thanks goes out to the poets all over the country and beyond. It was another cracking kukai. ‘Til next year at the ‘G (hopefully).

– Rob Scott (aka Haiku Bob)

playing her role
from the toss of the coin
lady luck

Simon Hanson

Geelong kicks one way
Ablett’s shoulder
goes the other

Rob Scott

each man
has four shadows-
first quarter

Jade Pisani

first goal
all the cat’s eyes
look away

Ron C. Moss

lip reading…
smooth flow
of epithets

Madhuri Pillai

balmy in Queensland
you’d think the pitch invaders
would discard their clothes

Kim Jeffs

quarter time –
more sausage rolls
than the scoreboard

Glenn Harper

it’s an even game
the lagging Facebook refresh
and my vodka brain

Derek Begg

Second quarter –
Cats give the goal posts 
a good spray

Jen Worthington

who scored that goal?
I find the replay in a haiku

Myron Lysenko

my lover
and the football
blue sky danger

Alan Summers

half time . . .
all the haiku poets
kicking goals

Ron C. Moss

Game to be won
Danger and Dusty
move forward

Ian Gostelow

go kukai poets
final half of footy
to find the goals

Ross Coward

momentum change –
she says
its over

Glenn Harper

sexting
all of a sudden
it’s close

Bee Jay

one-man supporter
painted in the colours
of the losing team

Adjei Agyei-Baah

Spellcheck hates Riewoldt
Like, seriously hates him
Wonder if he knows?

Ivana Dash

on the sidelines
Annastacia Palaszczuk
stifles a yawn

Kim Jeffs

A neighbour cheering
or is it because Uber
Eats has just arrived?

Hamish Danks Brown

spring moon –
the bald head of Ablett
still centre stage

Rob Scott

tv free house
celebrating neighbours are
my final siren

Lucy Annicka Lysenko

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Rob Scott’s report reprinted from the Australian Haiku Society webpage:

https://australianhaikusociety.org/2020/11/01/members-news-october-2020/#more-13674

Paperbark Haiku WA, Zoom Winter Ginko

Report of a Zoom ginko

Australian Haiku Society

On a glorious winter’s day, 5th August, 2020, in Perth, Western Australia, I contemplated the healing power of the sun as it entered my study windows through thin vertical blinds.  Outside, the succulents were busy showing off their light and shade, their colour and variation; inside, I was preparing for the two hour Paperbark Haiku Zoom Winter Ginko gathering.

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Congratulations

Wonderful to see so many Australian Haiku Society members doing so well in contests and with publications. Congratulations to you all.

Photo by Ryutaro Tsukata on Pexels.com

Australian Haiku Society

Congratulations

To Helen Davison for winning First place in the annual Peggy Willis Lyles Haiku Award hosted by The Heron’s Nest and judged this year by Susan Antolin with:

police siren—
a swarm of moths
flat on the wall

Helen Davison

All the selections and judge’s comments can be read here.

Quendryth Young has generously supplied some context to the writing of this haiku…

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Myron Lysenko

Hello

Born 1952 to Ukrainian parents Stepan and Eugenia in Heyfield, Victoria, Australia. Lives in Woodend, Victoria. Has two daughters, Lucy and Zaidee.

Myron began writing haiku and senryu in the late 1990s. He is the Victorian Representative for the Australian Haiku Society. He is also a member of Melbourne based haiku group Fringe Myrtles, led by Rob Scott.

He has published seven books of poetry, the latest two of haiku/senryu. His small poems have appeared in several hundreds of journals and anthologies worldwide.

PUBLISHED BOOKS:
Coughing with Confidence 1998 SoftManCon Canberra Australia
Pets & Death & Indoor Plants 1991 Penguin Books Melbourne Australia
Winning and Losing 1998 Hit & Miss Brunswick Australia
I’m Ukrainian, Mate 2002 Alternativy Kiev Ukraine
Winning and Losing Again 2005 Flat Chat Press Greensborough Australia
a rosebush grabs my sleeve 2005 Flat Chat Press Melbourne Australia
a ghost gum leans over 2021 Flying Island Books Macao SAR

Editor/compiler:
Going Down Swinging 1 -15 1980-95 Hit & Miss Prod. Coburg Victoria
Cleeland’s Living Poets Society 1989 Cleeland Press Dandenong Victoria
Poets and Other Endangered 1992 Melbourne Zoo Melbourne Victoria
I thought it was safe 1996 Eastern Riverina Arts Wagga Wagga NSW
Shots from the Chamber 2016 Pomonal Publishing Stawell Victoria

Myron is a publisher and editor in partnership with Kevin Brophy of the small press publishing house Hit & Miss Productions. They co-founded the literary journal GOING DOWN SWINGING which was first published in 1980 in Coburg Australia.

Hit & Miss mainly publish chapbooks and their author list includes Dan Disney, Emilie Zoey Baker, Sean M Whelan, Angela Costi, Nolan Tyrrell, Myron Lysenko, Mary Stone, Ben Oost and Tracey McGuire.

Myron is the leader of poetry and music band Black Forest Smoke, resident
band at the monthly poetry readings in Woodend Victoria titled Chamber Poets. The band released a limited edition 5 track EP It’s Alright 2017.

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