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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