too many psychos
too little inspiration
toodle-oo for now
by ash
he's at the north pole
helping pistol whip the elves
jerking off wildly
by ash..... i miss him too
hollywood bonfire?
touring europe with his band,
'tit-fuck the fat guy'.
by Anonymous Poet
sorry 'bout that chap
except for the reading part
i seldom post now
by ap
so i am suspect
accused of criticising
a half-ashed poem
by ap - 17912 was my last post, sorry
remember the days
hollywood bonfire ruled here
he knew bad Haiku
by oldnasty
duh duh duh duh duh
duh duh duh duh duh duh-oh
blah blah blah blah blah
by oldnasty
A tour of duty,
In ol, Afganeestan, eatin
All them daymn burkkass
done does a Taxass moth proud /_o/_
' '
by flutter, flutter, flutter
I want hot cross buns
feeling santa's sack's empty
nothing there for me
by mellie, oh so greedy :-)
circles and circles
turning in the flurry of
thought, now I sit still
by k
maddening against the
graying sky of winter where
bits of autum float!
by k
even in the rain
moths still strangely attracted
to the light, approach
by k
in cathedral rays
bursting throught the forest trees,
a ball of gnats spins
by k of enjoying winter
excess syllables
embarass my poor effort
not held to a count
by ash
unlike herr doktor
and i also suspect a.p.
grandma has a cock
by ash
insults are easy
meaningful critique is hard
so go fuck yourself
give it your best shot
being boring is harder
than saying nothing
by ash
Loss and violence,
That double helix ribbon,
Twisting together.
by Another Anonymous poet
Loss and violence
That double helix ribbon
growing together
by Another Anonymous poet
Bored. Boring.
Brooding. Doodling.
Get a life.
by Herr Docktor
Hey Hey what can I do?
Hey Hey fuck you!
Everyone here is a big herb
You all suck buffalo testicles.
by Matty Boy
so piss off you prick
is what I should have said then
i did not say that
by mellie
like Ash to bore me
but that has not happened yet
you piss of you prick
by mellie, Anonymous Poet hmmmmmm I have my suspicions
ash is soooo boring
and now im imploring that
ash just go away
by Anonymous Poet
call yourself doktor
davorkian of haiku
your attempts kill me
by ash
moron you call me
i withdraw my capital
leaving you poorer
by ash
To the misguided moron known as Ash:
One and all! Refrain!
Be quiet or ravage your
own forsaken name!
by Herr Docktor
Me devotchka,
So long you remain away,
Should I accept you?
by Fellow Narrator
the sloth has moved on
my week is gamecube and you
the sun shines again
by Anonymous Poet
many shattered dreams
heads full of nightmares heartaches
loving still matters
methinks
by mellie
I play the game mate
suck up the dic dot com
going up and down
by mellie
played literati
thanks to suck my dic dot com
i'm sad i went down
by ash
you've got it wrong ap
mistaking ingots for crap
give your wrist a slap
by ash (it IS me you dope......)
The two-way mirror
behind Rudolf's furry rear
lets the reindeer leer
by Betty LeBomb
moxie please die...now!
a transparent attempt at
ruining the ash name
by Anonymous Poet
the correct order
to read to read my old masterpiece
is listed below
17921 17920 17919 17918
(ie, down the page)
by ash
attention george bush
elvis has left the building
the party's over
by ash
dis is my poem
it is not moxie and so:
dis not my poem
by ash
Throw out a leg - trip
a misguided misfitted
fallen messenger.
for the sake of the greater good
by ComiCat of Jerzey
Obviously a
Moxie attack on ashes
Copyrighted name
by Anonymous Poet
old Jedi mind trick
draws forth a semblance of life
here, drink some vodka
by indiana
so it's not haiku
but see if i give a toss
from twenty years back :
by ash
just when you think that it's going so well
circumstance transforms nirvana to hell
something around you's beginning to smell
it seems
by ash
bereft of things that really mattered
cupid lying raped and tattered
lost in pain, romance's shattered
dreams
by ash
but then that's just the way that it goes
pseudoromantic emotional throes
less on reflection than one could suppose
he thinks
by ash
released from the bond of distorting affection
pondering over that psychic erection
telling himself in astute recollection
love stinks
by ash
the vast universe
must somehow contain life forms
that communicates
by indiana
thinking about it
i'd rather feel your soft parts
than think about it
by ash
k you are not bored,
if you are boring, face it,
you are just boring.....
by Anonymous Poet
k you should get a
Bitch biopsy, cancer of
the bitch; stop it's spread
by Anonymous Poet
im am fat
my name erica
big nut sack
i cant get a guy
even if i zip down my fly
by Anonymous Poet
