THE ART OF CONTACT
The Haiku of Alien Contact
Sometimes it takes a simple poem to express extremely complex ideas like ET/UFO reality. Trail of the Saucers shares some of our Haiku poems and welcomes yours.
I make no claims to be a poet, but it did occur to me a few years ago that trying to truly understand the mystery of the Phenomenon we are encountering may require more than literate essays to convey its meaning. So I started writing what I called “haikufo” poems (a smash-up of haiku and UFO) on my Twitter account under the #haikufo hashtag. A few other people joined in, and I’ve been collecting them ever since.
The haiku originated in Japan as far back as the 9th century with a specific structure, style, and philosophy — basically, a 5–7–5 syllable pattern. Only three-lines, this form of poetry can be the quick artistic hit, with provocative imagery or big ideas, and even, when luck strikes, a sense of sudden enlightenment and illumination.
I’d invite you to write your own haikufo in our comments to this article and/or to post them on Twitter under that #haikufo hashtag for inclusion in this piece. They’re fun to write. Whether they’re meaningful is something best left to the reader and everyone will be different.
U-A-P are real The U-S does not make them… Neither does Russia Bryce Zabel
The Ufologists. Study. Seek. Mull. Obsess. Wait. Pining for the truth. Laurie Decatur
Disclosure seems close Reid says Lockheed has the craft . . . Report due in June Bryce Zabel
People get ready Disclosure knocks at the door . . . After that who knows Bryce Zabel
Two eyes, hands, upright Very much like us. And yet . . . Not like us at all. Laurie Decatur
Missing Time is real Someone wants us for something . . . We deserve an answer Bryce Zabel
U-F-Os I see I did not take L-S-D Please don’t abduct me Vance Huxley
Inconvenient, Unconventional, but still Disclosure coming. Cosmic Pluralism Studies
Betty and Barney driving home in September . . . First missing time case Bryce Zabel
Need disclosure now Space flight takes such a long time Fly me to the moon Dennis Garbonz
First, I heard the owl The next day, I saw the Orb Now, I meditate Finn Ryan
From the chill of space. Past the toxic rocks of death. One blue sphere of life. Laurie Decatur
Whether near or far God created everyone We are all one race Ellie Cahill
Aliens come down Government says yes then no . . . We still don’t know much Bryce Zabel
Once they led the way To The Stars Academy . . . Showbiz now Tom’s jam Bryce Zabel
I had a dream once. Many lights in the dark sky. Beautiful. Scary. Laurie Decatur
We are not alone So let’s get on with it now . . . Truth is the option Bryce Zabel
Alien implant Victim of an abduction I don’t remember Andy
Smell of burnt cardboard. Glint of moonlight off dark eyes. Don’t move. They are here. Laurie Decatur
The Universe lives Can aliens be here now? We are so why not? Bryce Zabel
No little green men are preventing disclosure It’s the Pentagon Jazz Shaw
knock knock who’s there now? extraterrestrial wins . . . but what do they want? Bryce Zabel
Transiting to a Bigger playground of deep play With new relations. Cosmic Pluralism Studies
Mystery airships Foo fighters are next in line Arnold waits his turn Graeme Rendall
Look! Up in the sky! Man of Steel is an E-T . . . A Strange Visitor Bryce Zabel
In the sea of space, The moon’s darkside is their port. They hide. They watch. Us. Laurie Decatur
hello haikufo new way to talk U-F-Os… the Zen of Contact Bryce Zabel
Its flight was liquid. Laws known to man were ignored. Nature forsaken. Laurie Decatur
Christopher Mellon Straight up knows the government Get us Disclosure Bryce Zabel
The truth is not yours. It is of God, not of man. Free it, mortal fiends! Laurie Decatur
Lue Elizondo Left AATIP, T-T-S-A . . . What’s his plan these days? Bryce Zabel
Odd craft in the sky From the sea it ascended I speak truth not lies Andy
Elections coming Ask candidates at town halls… To support hearings Bryce Zabel
Love this article, Creative haiku were great, Should be in a book The Zignal
