Lovely Dallas girl
I did ask her for her heart
She asked for it too.
by Buns_Of_Steel of Dallas, TX
i wait for the mail
but the mailman doesn't show
great disappointment
by ash
Lovely Dallas girl
I asked for her heart... she asked
for a bank statement
by Betty LeBomb
Mostly viscous goo
this swirling and twirling poo
what poem say you?
by Betty LeBomb
Love pointed the gun.
Why look into the barrel?
I asked love blindly.
by Buns_Of_Steel of Dallas, TX
I've been blasted by
Loves' death ray stun gun again
left sick and alone.
by Buns_Of_Steel of Dallas, TX
Kinder, I've not seen
thornless stem with brightest green
how your petals teem
by Betty LeBomb
Do you stop to think
about all the stuff you drink
behind all these links?
by Betty LeBomb
Pixel pushers pray
I will read their points today
till I see their way
by Betty LeBomb
Silly lines and splines
light pixels upon their way
curling out my thoughts
by Betty LeBomb
My bucket will drain
with each moment I am here
take some life to drink
by Betty LeBomb
I submit flowers two
raise the spirit, wash the blue
bloom to each of you
by Betty LeBomb
dead sea scurrilous
corruptions never die? always lie!
wastington dead. see?
by McVeigh
Heard at a race track:
"Please do not throw chicken bones
on to the race track"
by racecar
Heard at a race track:
"Please do not throw chicken bones
on to the race track"
by racecar
some are on the front
lines here, others in the john,
"they also serve who
merely shit and watch."
by sargeant insurgent
Roller-derby girl
whips up the wall with the snap
of her black sports bra
by Betty LeBomb
Barage of haiku
strikes chest. like baby chickens
from tennis ball gun
by Betty LeBomb
The haiku I spew
is sometimes poo, sometimes true
always bad haiku
by Betty LeBomb
Freedom of structure
is a blessing to us all
each can use his own
by Betty LeBomb
Lost a friend today
he was shot. dead. his haiku
was really awful
by Betty LeBomb
Surprise, it hits me
stunned to realize haiku
is serious stuff
by Betty LeBomb
ap and ash are saying
the same things they must be one
psychopathic shmoo.
how can good poets
be non-personable? it's
the shit smearers who aren't.
by boo
oh, and I don't think
McVeigh is really McVeigh.
What's his location?
by Miss Everything
Boo answers you, too.
I am not anyone but me.
Mox? McVeigh? yuk, NO!
what makes you think... what?
anyone you don't know is
all the same person?
by Miss Everything of to 11891 ap
Boo answers you, too.
I am not anyone but me.
Mox? McVeigh? yuk, NO!
what makes you think... what?
anyone you don't know is
all the same person?
by Miss Everything of to 11891 ap
Claus Oldenberg sculptures
are just too danged big
even Dubya would smile
I hope
by Moxie
you ask ASL
in the chatworld
and you get bum rushed by some
a real burger
is better with fries
haba daba
by Moxie
still life with bacon
tomato drips mayonaise
somebody feed me
by ap
another place said
you're not Christian,
shoot the messenger.
But it is all moods
legalities, poetries, possibilities
beliefs. But beware him
In the Place of Desolation
by Moxie
this is an odd soap opera
these moments of pashion
a literal mind translates slowly
like the Good Book, or Books I
have not read. with so much "chaos"
yet, there is so much to be done
by Moxie
conservative, I don't know what that is
a reflection on the past or the past as future?
this is not always good but
not always evil, but who are you in the office?
Are you here with us now?
by Moxie
Moxie was a tradition
created as a nerve tonic
and became, tastes bad
but acquired tastes
I became Moxie to reflect
I do not give up
But I am not always sweet
by Moxie
I met Alan Jackson last night
not the country singer but
a man by that same name
I did not believe him, Mr. "Classy" here
but at Mic Mac he proved me wrong, and I smiled
For once I smiled
by Moxie
It's Naked Lunch
that's been a bible of mine
it is like St John met
Allen Ginsburg
by Moxie
fish caught on a hook
again, wriggling, will they throw
me back, me torn and wise
by Moxie
recover you joy
toss out that good book moxie
it's driving you mad
feel beauty look out
not at the muggers and filth
just try to have fun
by mellie
the nosferatu
waiting for the stake of those
who would kill over liberate
by Mox
What's going on?
Here I am worrying about
net people. You're real
what's the real you like
what is he, what is she?
what are they that felt my stings?
by Moxie
time was on my side
thought I was on top of him
then I rolled over
he has that effect
because he is the master
my heart was pounding
by mellie
I don't want to be
a part of this place anymore
my choices cost me my happiness
by Mox
with nothing to say
your eloquence says it all
unsubmittingly
by ash
