A few months ago, I wrote a Haiku Generation script in PHP. The parser takes a text file (as large as possible) and separates it into sentences. It then uses some open source code by David Child https://github.com/DaveChild/Text-Statistics to split the data into sentences of five and seven syllables. Finally it combines random selections of five - seven - five syllable sentences. Predictably, the results are hit and miss.
Below, I’ve included some of the better results from some classics downloaded from Project Gutenberg.
Thus goes the legend
The boat soon picked them up
I sat at the feet
"With what?" shouted I
Never say it anywhere
Starbuck, drive'em aft
"It's very queer
La! la, ma'am!--Mistress! murder! Mrs
Thus goes the legend
Nations of the earth
Whew! Girl in Meath street that night
All that for nothing
Say they won't eat pork
They call it reincarnation
Immortal lovely
The word known to all men
Part shares and part profits
Thieves rob the slain
Insolent driver
Laughter of men from the lane
Now! (He knots the lace)
Influential friends
Won a bit on the races
Sit down a moment
Water to water
Ought to be flowers of sleep
Here see lost love
It was pairing time
Wonder how he looks at life
But this is the point
--Alas, Stephen said
--There it is, Red Murray said
Dignam's potted meat
--Peasoup, Maggy said
I need not mention names
They are lovely
Poisonous berries
A friend of mine sent me
In the shady wood
Mrs Beaufoy, Purefoy
Carriage probably
Deadly agony
Useless: can't move
Devour contents in the street
A bit off the top
But it was lovely
Laughter of men from the lane
Old England is dying
The oldest people
Lay it on with a trowel
Curiosity
Catches the eye, you see
I'm all clean come and dirty me
That causes movement
If it was it was
Don't forget to pray for him
His plump body plunged
I'll drive them out
"Now, look out, master!" he cried
"They can't do anything
Napoleon frowned
27th November I got up late
"Thank God!" said the voice
Traitor, he sold Christ
"Thank God," said his son smiling
"I'm not such a fool”
!!! Richard III
But he took the pen and wrote
No sign of a boat
They backed water
Too much like jewelry
It was just dark now
I just give up then
Well, I felt better right off
Anybody would
That's why I watched you
We must watch these Martians
Play cricket, perhaps
"I came," she said
"It wants showing up," he said
Others did the same
