Toyota Haiku

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Toyota Haiku

Toyota Haiku was one of the first eBooks I published back in 2004.

It's an ode to my 1986 Toyota Camry which saw me through a couple stages in my life. 

The story started long before 2004, but in 2004 came the end of the story for the faithful Camry - and complete ending for the twenty-some haiku I'd penned to that point.

What is displayed below are the 37 haiku verses that comprised the text of both Toyota Haiku editions.

Although there are two editions to the eBook (Lite & Classic), the difference lies in the graphics, typography, and layout of each - not in verse.  The Lite Edition is more cartoonish and festive, and the classic version consists of more black & white photos and a script-styled font.

The eBook has always been free, and I fully intend to provide links here to where you can sign-up for free to receive either edition (or both) of Toyota Haiku.

Sure you see the verses below, but Squidoo lenses are made for layout of haiku.  The original eBooks present the original layout - and that why I think most folks will still want to see the eBooks for themselves (despite the hack poetry below).

Also, at the bottom of this page, there is a space where you can click on your favorite verses, and they'll rise to the top of the list as more people vote for the favorite haiku verses.  The dogs will go to the bottom (and if they're all dogs???) 

Happy reading!


csd


 

Toyota Haiku - Part One 

Originally Published By Linkerton Corporation in 2004

Seventeen years I've
Known her for nine and ninety
nine thousand sweet miles

Grandpa didn't smile
World war two prisoner's cheap
rising sun labor

Three jobs, college, spouse,
First house, nearly a decade
Common thread - one ride

Where have they gone now
shocks, struts, parking brakes, signals
Never to return

Roll it down you can't
roll it up easy at all
No handle to crank

Doors don't lock, they moan
Dust an inch deep all over
Drives like a go cart

Gravel, asphalt, maps
Tire tread reinflation stops
Occasional spare

Baby coming soon
Unclean, unsafe for a child
New car coming soon

Thousand more to go
Two hundred fifty thousand
Quarter million miles

Inside it blinks fast
Outside left or right they guess
Too cheap to fix them

Falling apart rust
Stirring dust and memories
Embedded within

Turn your head away
To smile or laugh at the sight
It still gets me home

Rolling fortress honks
like a lone tin can painted
two tone white and rust

She leaks a bit of oil
A cardboard pad will catch it
Until next month comes

Dashboard dust scuff marks
speak stories of times past due
like the moon's surface

A dashboard cavern
Holds wire and metal orgy
While cassettes languish

Rolling over nine
to zero many times more
Odometer songs

Five nuts spin in place
on the rims under cover
Lefty loosey, Right.

Less each time over
White or yellow lines solid
or dashed. Until flat.

Time for tea again
After nearly ninety days
and three thousand miles

Wiper blade boogie
Snapping left-right left-rightsqueak
Slow down, Speed up, Stop

Looking glass left is
gone from its home in the west
where silver chards sleep

Dented fender looks
at home with paint chips and dings
Battle scars worn proud

Dancing down gravel
Roads with no suspension like
A bounding squirrel

Slam it. Hard to shut
Now a yellow bungee pulls
Trunk to bumper hooked

I lost a piece of
Her again We drove slowly
peering in the ditch

Toyota Haiku - Part Two 

Originally Published By Linkerton Corporation in 2004

Reliable car
Ten times around this planet
One mile at a time

Paper signs in three
Windows saying take me home
Make offer for me.

A call about you.
Pre-arranged and quietly
Executed date.

A drive to meet them.
Would they be able to
mend your old road wounds

Coming to take you
for a drive and then to home.
Your new home, not mine.

I had never seen
your tail lights from the driver's
seat in all nine years.

You disappeared down
16th Avenue at night
Tail lights faded fast

A wad of twenties
in my pocket made me feel
better despite loss.

Climbing into clean
one who replaced your loyal ride
with smooth and quiet

Never needed more
Until a bundle arrived
needing special care.

In the rearview glass
a backseat newborn baby
with Mother. Safe.

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Vote For Your Favorite Verses 

You Get To Vote (Up) Your Favorite Toyota Haiku Verse

Seventeen years I've
Known her for nine and ninety
nine thousand sweet miles0 points

Grandpa didn't smile
World war two prisoner's cheap
rising sun labor0 points

Three jobs, college, spouse,
First house, nearly a decade
Common thread - one ride0 points

Where have they gone now
shocks, struts, parking brakes, signals
Never to return0 points

Roll it down you can't
roll it up easy at all
No handle to crank0 points

Doors don't lock, they moan
Dust an inch deep all over
Drives like a go cart0 points

Gravel, asphalt, maps
Tire tread reinflation stops
Occasional spare0 points

Baby coming soon
Unclean, unsafe for a child
New car coming soon0 points

Thousand more to go
Two hundred fifty thousand
Quarter million miles0 points

Inside it blinks fast
Outside left or right they guess
Too cheap to fix them0 points

Falling apart rust
Stirring dust and memories
Embedded within0 points

Turn your head away
To smile or laugh at the sight
It still gets me home0 points

Rolling fortress honks
like a lone tin can painted
two tone white and rust0 points

She leaks a bit of oil
A cardboard pad will catch it
Until next month comes0 points

Dashboard dust scuff marks
speak stories of times past due
like the moon's surface0 points

A dashboard cavern
Holds wire and metal orgy
While cassettes languish0 points

Rolling over nine
to zero many times more
Odometer songs0 points

Five nuts spin in place
on the rims under cover
Lefty loosey, Right.0 points

Less each time over
White or yellow lines solid
or dashed. Until flat.0 points

Time for tea again
After nearly ninety days
and three thousand miles0 points

Wiper blade boogie
Snapping left-right left-rightsqueak
Slow down, Speed up, Stop0 points

Looking glass left is
gone from its home in the west
where silver chards sleep0 points

Dented fender looks
at home with paint chips and dings
Battle scars worn proud0 points

Dancing down gravel
Roads with no suspension like
A bounding squirrel0 points

Slam it. Hard to shut
Now a yellow bungee pulls
Trunk to bumper hooked0 points

I lost a piece of
Her again We drove slowly
peering in the ditch0 points

Reliable car
Ten times around this planet
One mile at a time0 points

Paper signs in three
Windows saying take me home
Make offer for me0 points

A call about you.
Pre-arranged and quietly
Executed date0 points

A drive to meet them.
Would they be able to
mend your old road wounds0 points

Coming to take you
for a drive and then to home.
Your new home, not mine0 points

I had never seen
your tail lights from the driver's
seat in all nine years0 points

You disappeared down
16th Avenue at night
Tail lights faded fast0 points

A wad of twenties
in my pocket made me feel
better despite loss0 points

Climbing into clean
one who replaced your loyal ride
with smooth and quiet0 points

Never needed more
Until a bundle arrived
needing special care0 points

In the rearview glass
a backseat newborn baby
with Mother. Safe.0 points

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