A censored voice goes
onto other places there
saying, what they need
hopefully
by Moxie
blindness is sometimes
determination driven
by misplaced faith
by Moxie
just sharing bounty
sought treasures sometimes appear
from murkiest depths
by Boston gal (yeah, HAD to post that)
Next version of site:
First priority is a
Good killfile system
by Janis
who turned off the heat
sixty-seven Saturday
less than half today
by Blueblooded Bostonian
This morning I fly
in an arc, from here to there
on a block of cheese
by Betty LeBomb
if you could be me
for just one tiny instant
you'd laugh at yourself
by ash
haiku haemorrhoid
hanging from our bad arse verse
irritatingly
by ash
the pot boils over
the time has come to begin
the race dialogue
by the fourth way of seattle
say bricka bracka
firecracka siss-poom-bah
bugs bunny rah rah!
by the fourth way of seattle
cincinnati gets
one seed in the tournament
now i hope they bloom
by the fourth way of seattle
the sun is shining
the world is beautiful
except for moxie
by ash
you're a psychopath
like fingernails on blackboard
your non-haiku grates
if you had insight
you'd notice that "a small clique"
is everyone else
by ash
Lost on bad haiku (18919)
The only way out of here
Is "Shut down browser"
by One more from one, then gotta go...
Stumbled on treasure!
Haiku 18997!
Good joke for e-mail!
by One of (m.o., d.b.)
Lost in bad haiku;
Somehow an hour has gone by...
Fascinating crap!
by One who now will drop seasonal line of M.O. (D.B.)
Really bad haiku
Is like winter evening fart
Warm stink, lingers long
by One who rememberd seasonal line of Medford Oregon (Deadford Boregon)
I have reaped what I
have sown here, and it just should
Be better than that
by Ghar
Moxie is a soda
tastes bitter and is acquired
not everyone likes it
by Ghar
They said they don't
desire to get into
that path. Blamed them not...
by Ghar
Man hunting, fishing
has no time for books or words
yet still has wisdom
by Ghar
Rebirth must be when
The person tries another
way to live themself
by Ghar
quickly sought priceline
submitted 'buy tickets now'
paid too much for flight
by Boston gal
small wood-colored grains
tiny piles found beneath sink
temites have found home
by Bashed Oh
bad haiku lesson:
if the frog jumps in the pond
the fish will scatter
by Bashed Oh
alright then moxie
time for you to go away
buh-bye, buh-bye now
by scott
like galileo,
marx, darwin, freud or thoreau...
you don't write haiku
by scott
well if life involves
avoiding shit, bad haiku's
lesson?... don't read mox
by .................
There's a small unchanging
clique in each small town
or bulletin board on line
you keep going
you keep living
people can be wrong, they say
"fuck you" without thought
by Moxie
Why is it here there are
people who want to say "fuck you Moxie"
and not let me even get a chance...
Is it possible my poetry, strikes a nerve
and no one here has the nuts to admit
it actually might be good?
by Moxie
Well, fuck you too those who don't like it
by Moxie
time to move along
need a change of scenery
must be on the cheap
by Boston gal plans spring-thang
i don't wish you'd die
but since you never chill out
i wish you'd desist
by ash
sad little person
incoherently raving
some things never change
by ash
go fuck y'self mox
you're but a pain in the arse
might as well be yours
by mellie
in moxie's corner:
bung daddy, shit advocate
no big surprise there
by scott
.....ya mox fuck the hell off
by Anonymous Poet
fuck off Moxie
by Anonymous Poet
the road less travelled
Mox knowing it all too well
and yet still he's lost
by Mox needs to get out more
choking on so much
must get a bucket quickly
spew continues forth
by Moxed ad nauseam
the walk on the road
alone is the key to clarity
and the only life worth living is of the self
by Moxie
to play a role pre
made is a wonderful relief
to those who have no place
by Moxie
there's a war of taste
in the battle for the public
it's all artistic precumming
by Moxie
to erase myself
via catarsis the one
killing himself over and over
by Moxie
Jeremy plays my role when I'm not here...
They wrassle like anti matter
waiting for anihilation
he blows himself up
by Moxie
Isreal and Palestine
dying because there is the ambivalence
and it is much like these haiku
suicide bombers and
meaningless use of force
periods of peace
by Moxie
I cut a hole in
the heads of those around me
I wonder why the blood on my hands
is not appreciated
I'm trying to "open your minds..."
by Moxie
critic sits at home
writing his article
he dies 40 years later
no one knows who he is
by Moxie
