An Oldie But a Goodie

From Basic Instructions:

Panel 2 is essentially what I hope to accomplish with Poesytron.

Horse Grass

Highest divorce call

over the November nightfall.

Shadow lake's horse grass.

Electricity

Electricity

And all of     In single blue

Tip skinned hot tourists

Anti-Valentine

When I was picking out haiku Poesytron wrote with the word "love" in them for Valentine's Day on Tuesday, a few struck me as a little less than romantic.  So in case you weren't feeling the love this year, either, Poesytron commiserates:

Bliss loves.  Blue bell.  Some

cries, the left your memories.

Nowhere, sky.  More, bag.

Both sport love, loves you.

Foucault, you're postmodern, a

hawk of wind, brown rythm.

Tobacco pipe and

lovers shells, tiny shells on

souls unplucked as is.

Poesytron Valentines

Consider giving one of these gems to your loved one today:

Writing lady white

on a roar damp light, a sign

in boundless love red.

Shorter gotten blocks,

blizzard blocks, blizzard to a

square love, flat swift stones.

Coquettish love, a

in old of warm cigar clay,

the blossoms.  Her.  I.

Among grasses, water,

over lover of a new glove,

white smell when I... on.

Grandfather's pipe and

soprano, and both partners

love mouth, a sand wet.

Good nature's goodness.

More bag, cat, love, lipstick, words!

Poetry--blunt ice.

Bloom by a morning.

By small night, both partners sport

love single the drops.

Lovers memories.

Out memories! Hang from new

letter in looking.

Reminds poet, humble

is and one afternoon love.

Bliss.  Single grass call.

Storms Dribbling

When I first read this haiku:

rocky jewel the

song established the from skies

clearing storms dribbling

my brain completely skipped over the "the" in between "established" and "from."  What clear sentence structure, I thought, as my mind pieced it together as:

Rocky jewel.

The song established from skies clearing,

storms dribbling.

But, alas, Poesytron doesn't know grammar or syntax (and the way it's currently coded, it favors common one-syllable words like "the"), so the actual haiku is pretty nonsensical.

Questions

Going through Poesytron's most recently generated haiku, I was struck by this one, and how it very nearly forms a narrative:

Point.  What's deaf?  What's she's?

What's inside?  Dad says, where the

first snow, a autumn.