Chiff & Fipple Presents:

Tinwhistle Haiku

edited by James Isaacs and Dale Wisely

 

3rd Annual Chiff & Fipple Haiku Contest Entries, Part III

 

  

534

 

Squeaking fan belt - loud,
Shrill cry of my Sweetone's jump
To upper octave.

 

Charles Cessna

 

535

 

What, Celtic Haiku?
 Sooner Japanese Bagpipe,
or Sumo ballet.

536


Play more, my whistler,
play songs of heroes, of love
with notes swift and sad

537


 Whistle, guitar, drum.
An evening dance in Ireland.
 Red hair spins breathless.

538


Light fingers he brushed
as battles, loves, and losses
spring anew in song

Ben Jewett

 


539

 

Skinny woodlander
haunts heart-set, deep achingly.
Must have Thin Weasel!

540

Belfast session spies
U.S. crafted pipe. What’s next?
Hickory hurleys?

541

Susato makers
believe notes end at high B
(tuneful ones anyway)

542


Toddler apes me play,
keen to learn. I encourage;
Hole-side-up darling

543


Black-clad matron sits
"Doolin" hidden in her lap
Who? Whistler’s mother!

544


Wife melts my high G
"What are you doing, woman?"
"Decommissioning!"

Dermot McAteer

545

Ephemeral breath
cut into oscillations...
Oh hear the wind sing!

546

I want that whistle!
So I can't write good haikus...
Friends in Mafia.

Jim Stone

547

Screeching tin whistle
Scurrying cats flee the scene
This is a sonic broom

548


Whistle in hand zzz
Fipple screaming so loudly
Joyous noise flies

549


D, C who knoweth?
The key that fits the lock
On this darn reel

550


Celtic contrivance
My whistle sets me reeling
I try to set it thus

551


Whistle while you work
If I could only toe type!
Those dwarves had it right

552


Embarassing WHOA
Preparation W on lips
Defiant Red Cheeks!

553


Whistle poetry
Mind music, not tuneful though
haiku very much Dale!

Rick Wall

554


Generation G.
What a cute little whistle.
Why's the dog barking?
 
555

Blue lights in mirror.
What did the officer see?
I stash the whistle.

Paul Petty

556


This Clarke's breathy voice
Flows ere on Cluny Castle;
So lovely, I cry....

Michele R. Bither

557

whistle whistle whis
fipple fipple fip fipple
whatever whistle

558


seven four seven
takes of into clear blue skies
big whistle with wings

Mike Hepher

559

Tails of woe and spite,
Whistles, cats and brother Mike.
They don't understand.

560


Sweet sound of music.
Dogs howl, birds fly, mice cringe.
Damn cats bury whistle.

561


Where is my whistle?
What's that in the litterbox?
Humm, oh no, damn cats!

562


Disinfect fipple.
Not worried about spittle.
I just can't do it.

563


Give this one away.
Merry Christmas brother Mike.
A new tin whistle!

Dave Hulsey

564

Despite your gold Clarke
livery prejudice, Dale,
I really laiku.

Norman Dannatt, Clarke Tinwhistle Co.

565

His whistle was made
from a tyre pump, perfect with
concertina wheeze

566


Were You at the Rock?
asked Festy Conlan, whistle
posed plaintive question

567


Brass, side-blown whistles
required for third grade Music
made great playground swords

568


He played tin whistle
for health reasons: higher notes
lowered blood pressure

569


'Farewell to Erin'
cost me my first Clarke whistle,
smashed in frustration

570


What? I can't hear you
over ten whistles killing
The Merry Blacksmith

571


To play the whistle
in time, fingers must obey
steady tapping foot

Frank Claudy

572

Ahh, real magic.
  The fingers move by themselves,
  and the music flows....

573

So much depends on
a silver tin whistle and
six dancing fingers.

574


White two-part whistle
calls to me from the web page,
I must have it! - WHOA!

Michael Olson


575


play on a whistle
that doesn't have a fipple
and you get no chiff

576


Honey it sounds great
the cuts and taps are perfect.
Learn a new damn song!

577

What's a guy to do
when his lungs can't fill a flute?
A whistle works well

578


A soft whistle song
helps to close the sleepy eyes
of my young angel

579


Son took my whistle
he plays it after dinner--
food bits confound me

580


Practice by the pet
for hours upon hours. Good thing
snakes do not have ears.

Mark Vanek


581

Sleek Black Elegant
Silky Wood Caressing Lips
Clarke's Songs Romance Me

Summer Manson

582

Wandering amongst
The Internet's hill and dale
Find Chiff and Fipple

583


Perusing the Low
Whistles. Settle on a Ralph
Cook. Wisely chosen.

584


The timeless Chiff and
Fipple newsletter, spanning
the generations.

585


Feel sorry for those
who must review this haiku,
what a punishment

586-

duh deet deet diddle
deet deet dah deet deet dah dum
duh duh deet -SQUEEK-... oops.

587


Set of jigs perfect
musical accompaniment
for a rainy day

588


On a Low D whistle
Sliding up to the second
octave E, pure joy

589


Irish tunes need some
catchy slogans. How about
"you can't play just one!"

590


A new whistle cuts
into study time, mom says
"must have discipline!"

591


Like a mountain stream
flowing gracefully, slow air
refreshes my soul

592


Sweet air on Low D
Interrupted by a
knock at bathroom door

Mark Northrop

593   

D, C, Bb, A,
    G, F, Eb, E, low D,
    too many choices!

594


    Six whistles later,
    my daughter thinks I'm crazy,
    she plays the fiddle.

Mike Olson

595

This little ditty
    Must win me a C whistle
    I can't afford one

Sandy Bowling

596

Music camera
Snapshot of fipple whist'ling
Notes frozen mid-air

Don Lanigan

597

One cent for your thoughts
A penny for your whistle
Not rich either way..

598


Tin whistles are chic
And small enough to carry
Put one in your jeans

Ralph Minervino 

599

Whistle sing, I breathe
and soar through open windows.
Suddenly crows laugh.

Heather

600

'Talk dirty about
 whistles' she pleaded. I breathed
'Hot throbbing fipples...'

Jim Stone

601

To err is human
To play an air, divine
Mostly I just blow

Rick Wall

602-612

        THE WEAVER OF JIGS

        Dead lays the tin pipe
        yearning for the time to be
        awaken by Finn.

        In garments humble
        he is bedight; his music
        dresses him fairer.
       
        The weaver of jigs
        makes of his tinwhistle a loom:
        his beagle hearkens.
      
        One by one, spirits
        raise from their metal slumber:
        tin Finnegan's wake.

        Intertwining rolls,
        crans... plaiting threads of slurred notes:
        celtic whistlework.

        Nibbles an apple,
        halting a while. Sips some tea,
        dew sprinkles his pipe.

        Outside the snowfall
        breathes cold. Indoors the whistle
        warms with tunes of old.

        Black currant vapours,
        sweet-scented airs: the beagle's
        nose and ear are pleased.

        But alas! The day
        is done: echoes are dying...
        "Rest, ye brave spirits!"
     
        "As tomorrow dawns,
        I'll wake ye. Now rest in peace
        to the nightly sounds."

        Yet he could not help
        sounding his pipe one last time --
        today's last low D.

613-616


        THE FOUR WHISTLING SEASONS

        To Spring methinks best
        the skirl of merry high-G,
        along with lark's own.

        Midsummer morning
        in Clarke-D chant whistlelogged:
        Paradise on earth.

        Autumn landscape in
        sweet browns and reds. Medium:
        slip jigs in B-flat.

        The train rocks my dreams
        of frozen plains near my home
        and my sad Low-D.

-----

617


        Something to defend
        oneself during a pub brawl:
        a Howard Low-C.

618

 
        It is not a boat,
        yet it breaks any marriage:
        Generation G.

Jerzy A. Brzozowski

619

Reverence for life
  more people playing whistles
let us live with hope

620

one last time again
 will these haikus find an end
surely this is last

621

I don't understand
  Sometimes I play the whistle
and find it plays me

Jim Durdin

623

breath and feeling one
healing whistle melody
memories of her

624


though I play the notes
the music speaks its own voice
singing from the past

625


and who will hear me
now- whistling  alone at night
notes darken and fade

626


the body remembers
hands grasping at the whistle
a tube full of air

627


hear the melody
if my soul could blow it life
and give sorrow wings

628


do I play for her
though she never hears my song
a clogged up whistle

629


or just for myself
Orpheus entertaining
The deaf and dead souls

630


music as true love
falling silently upon
her careless ears

Terry Melser

631

The deadline looms and
I have no haiku ready
Play another polka

632


Stars over the beach
Listen to my whistling
The ships are sailing

Sol Foster

633

Can you believe this?

Three hundred and twelve haiku.

Howard Low C Lust.

 

634

It is my website.

It is my stupid idea.

Had to have last word.

Dale Wisely

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