Political art has come into its own (and moved on to the streets) in recent years. In the run-up to this year’s General Election, the excellent Upstart campaign asked for submissions from artists, illustrators, writers, designers and film-makers to come up with an antidote to the candidate election posters. Anti Room’s Nuala Ní Chonchúir wrote an election haiku (seen here, nestled cosily between posters for Labour and Independent Paul Sommerville) and gave us an idea.
We want you to embrace your inner Yeats and tap that Seamus Heaney vein and hit us your best election haiku.
We’ll even offer a mystery prize for the best one.
Let the 5-7-5 syllable madness begin!


telegraph poles and enda kenny posters you can,t see the wood for the trees
I should not have watched
The Thick of It on telly
The same here as there.
Behold my soundbites!
Vote for my face; trust my hair.
Just – don’t vote for them.
Empty Promises
Change of Face?
The IMF won this race long ago.
Every lamp-post blooms
With smiling politicians
Ripe for the tearing.
Tired of the same old worn-out
Wealthy-favouring
Right-wing politics? No? Good.
I kiss your baby,
Shake your hand and promise change,
I drink your milkshake.
There are so many
How can one possibly pick
The best of the fools?
Out of mouths come words,
Twisting, tumbling, twittering.
Do they speak for you?
Do we hope in vain
Whilst watching the men
Playing Dail musical chairs?
The Spring blossoms ends
February twenty-third
A winter of barbed poles
Electioneering
your arses off for profit.
We have no money.
Like ice floes moving
higher powers war for space
we suffer between
We will bring you change
As soon as we find someone
to break this fiver.
Ha! Oh wait.. that’s not funny:(
A choice of many!
A choice hidden in the mist?
But choice of no one.
Bellowing voices
Scoring points that don’t add up
Hand me my passport
Gerry Adams should
stick to his guns when it comes
to economics
Very smart!
There’s no real choice here
So I’m forced to rule you out
Due to your moustache.
Hah! I, um, “LOLed”.
Politics is fucked
Same old same old same old cunts
Where is my whiskey?
Enda Kenny? No.
Gilmore? Adams? Martin? No.
Twenty for Taoiseach.
They knock, eyes aflame.
They promise all. Never trust
a fucking junkie.
This is fabulous:)
Writing first haiku
Bout general election
Ask for number one
Red ties for male cocks
Too much election spunk here
Bring on the women
Ideology?
Independents stand for
Themselves alone
Yesterday’s men here.
Asking me to believe that
It was not their fault
All the money’s gone.
Land covered in shit concrete.
Vote the bastards out!
Banish Fianna Fáil
gobshites to a ghost estate
of the people’s choice
Not a bad idea.
Bring me news of change?
Not another set of fools
Talking utter shite
Overshadowed by Bertie, Biffo,
Martin, the man with only faint hope
Consoles himself with Willie
Enda, without personality
Sails through life, a political Rainman:
I’m an excellent leader
GE11
Will change Ireland. Oh. Except
– well, most things really.
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I could not be arsed voting, I must shut up now, forever
I have no ties that bind, see I flap on telephone poles, the party whip me
(sorry, one last change)
Which one shall we pick?
Who most deserves to be first
up against the wall?
“Vote for me” says he
You’ll be safe with me you see
“No way” says I, Goodbye
Eeny Meeny My
Knee Mo is the best way to
Differentiate
Saw a jailed banker
Eating Smash, crying his lamps out,
But then I woke up
Awesome
Should the candidates
Knock on the doors or are they
Hiding in the cracks?
Dealing with the cards
To pick kings, queens and the jacks
Can not find aces
I can’t stop, I love haiku!
Noble patriots
are putting the country first
-headfirst into Hell
Larry Gogan asked
Martin ‘where are the Andes?’
‘First I’ve to say’
Bullshit bullshit bull
even more bullshit than bull
with bullshit on top
Another five years
Same shit, different faces
Revolution please
The winds of change have
Bypassed Ireland’s shores once more
Only hot air here
The new year arrives.
Snow all gone. Posters up.
But the chill remains.
Jackie Healy Rae
looks like a Pez dispenser
just press cap on head
Egypt roars, Bahrain
fights, Libya rises up
We… vote Fine Gael
(I posted a version of this earlier, but miscounted the syllables!)
Tired of the same old wealthy-favouring right-wing politics?
No?
Good.
Joan Collins, running
in my constituency,
is not who you think.
E-voting killed the
tallying star. Or at least
it tried. Watch this space.
Bankers scoffed scallops
to the rising tune of Cowen
beating his monkey
Sinne Fianna Fáil
Jackin’ the nation’s Beanstalk
Saoirse with an axe
Oh Dylan Haskins
So pretty on the posters
You get my XXXs
Tweeted and blogged
Online Hash tag GE11
No canvasser seen
The canvasser was
De Valera’s great-grandson
Or “Dev the One-Eighth”
there could be new trees
in the grey city centre
we could hear birdsong
Election eleven
Terrible beauties make plans
5 Pinocchios
Five point gombeen man
Me hole mea culpa aris
A plague on all your ballots
One for the search engines…
Abused Lucinda’s gay
Vote collapses ’bout same
Sex wedding cock-up
People of Ireland, the true Gaelic solution, it’s our 5 pint plan.
Voting releases
that churning guilty feeling,
pointless duty done.