my baby left me
now i'm feeling so confused
she took everything
but these haiku blues
she took my haiku moment
my syllable count
she got my damn dog
and cleared out my bank account
low down haiku blues
by scott
penelope left -
oh, i'm doing fine, although
it's hard on the kids
by scott
it's just nobody
knows baby where love goes, but
when it goes it's gone
by scott (that last positing wasn't mine), presenting the wisdom of bruce springsteen
what happened to love
roses for penelope
then she went away
by Anonymous Poet
knew an English lad
referred to old toast and jam
as a 'jelly piece'
by A. Musing
nasty business that
though Alaska beautiful
no chance in the arts?
by Boston gal (thanx k, Dr. Claw led me astray re: bot Mox)
interviewed for a
social work job, then thought of
mox, and changed my mind
the fisheries in
alaska are hiring.
Have sent resume
by k of west coast looking north
insomnia, yet
another beer soaked morning
sleeping pills don't work
by k of watching sun rise....grrrrrrrrr
no, moxie is a
bot, not even human, k
is a girl, likes art
by k
snoop dogg and ashes
greet me this a.m. and... WHAT?
Moxie is a girl?
by Boston gal doth inquire
"kiss me, ashes, I'm
falling through a dark swirl..sweeps
of light undo me."
*from
The Lost Sonby k of reading roethke...made me think of ash
Jelly and toast, still
Enough to boast of in good
And bad times alike
by Dr. Claw
Jelly and toast, still
Enough to boast of in good
And bad times alike
by Dr. Claw
ess en double o pee
dee o double gizee
ya know what that's from?
by Anonymous Poet
big lump in my throat
I decided to swallow
rather than wallow
by Mellie
reincarnation
it's just what you're looking for
first you have to die
by ash
absorbed in yourself
whining for our sympathy
try some empathy
by ash
what is the message ?
even if you wrote haiku
it would say nothing
by ash
you sit in the bowel
of bad arse poetry site
like malignancy
by ash
i sit in stasis
waiting to break out of my
cocoon, my dead shell
by Moxie
nature has ordained
that I cause death and re-birth
and it's not painless
by Moxie
dig in the dirt and
taste the rawness of the flesh
of carrots, taters...
by Moxie
fuck off moxie
by Anonymous Poet
think we read your spew?
moxie, all you ever do
is bury haiku
by scott
I'm laughing at myself
now for being what all
said I was here...
I wonder how you'll
see Christ someday?
Instead of this angry ranting?
by Moxie
well, children, if you
won't take me here
the tales are meant to be told
and Soviet Russia fell
why remember them?
solidarity to those
in your shoes would
gladly send you to
Cyberia to die
by Moxie
I am a psycho
driven by the need to
prove I am not so
only to find that
either the swat team
guns me down in cold blood
and the death tastes good
or, I find that wonder
of truth despite Hemmingway
by Moxie
It is a world gone
by power and driven by
stale cardboard faces
and men behind their own times
dead while alive
by Moxie
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
