I'm in Switzerland
by Moxie
ap/ash, you never
answered me, why do you think
so many are one
or Miss Everything,
she asked you what's our McVeigh's
location; you know?
by boo
fresh nicks, are they the
same as each other, let ap
figure it out, in.
by boo
would the worse poets
not be so often, think if
less is more so's WORSE.
by boo
I love you all anyhow...
by Mox
sugarloaf was sweet
up a hill and down a hill
again, in the USA
by Moxie
betty- blubber buns
where is she i want her bad
life can be so sweet
by king buzzo
I see you left jam on the desk
sticky jam
not even tasty
by Fatgrl of FL
Teotihuac
by boney baloney of Leicester, England
Are you okay, son?
"It's throbbing like buggery!"
Shit, paramedics....
by boney baloney of Leicester, England
boneybaloney
.blogspot.com - shameful
self publicity
by boney baloney of Leicester, England
Jamie Oliver?
Cockney tosspot and dobber
Fuck right off mate
by boney baloney of Leicester, England
It is a shocker
"Can I come on your tits, sir?"
Blushed, ran away
by boney baloney of Leicester, England
actually, I'm back here.
I was here yesterday
sugarloafareachamber.org
by Moxie
I am a bit crazy
but i also regard people
who live in this society
as liars living a riskless lie
by Moxie
you know, people?
if I left here?
would you go "where's that moxie lunatic"
living real life..try it sometime
by Mox
what did billy joel say about madmen?
you might be looking for one
by Moxie
Light bothers my eyes
and coffee insults my brain
in this morning time
by Betty LeBomb
Little frog hopping
making his way through this life
three feet at a time
by Betty LeBomb
Floor begins to shake
and thunder begins to quake
oh it's blubber buns
by Betty LeBomb
Flat screen monitor
all pretty like... really is
a flat screen carrot
by Betty LeBomb
Coffee jolts my mind
back into a weary day
blood for the undead
by Betty LeBomb
moxie's off his tree
he's a complete basket case
he's off his rocker
by mellie
more severe storms
higher temperatures floods
greenhouse polution
water shortages
mosquito borne diseases
george bush turned away
gratification
why not ratification?
bush is a wanker
by mellie
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
