D-Squared attacks the westernized haiku, the stinger missile of bad poetry. But not all haikus in English are so bad (though they may all not be haikus). Exhibit A is by John Cooper Clarke and runs as follows:
To-Con-vey one’s mood In sev-en-teen syll-able-s is ve-ry dif-fic.
My only foray into verse, written the Summer before last during a period of great personal stress and crisis, can be found here. It also abuses a too-easily imitated metre.
Meanwhile, in a comment to the previous post, Patrick Nielsen Hayden points out that, according to the AP, the push to keep the road map on-track has intensified. This form of prose is itself a kind of poetry, one of the highest achievements of western culture in the past fifty years.