i'm watching Rosanne
on daytime TV, reminds
me of my family
by k of kill your TV!
they freeze 'em in France
doc kept his wife eighteen years
in the basement fridge
by now he's a cold pop too
silken hands do warm
his skin smooth beneath my touch
so hard everywhere
by Zoe
moaning can be heard
muffling doesn't help that much
unfortunately
by Zoe
no need to post yet
but for needed cessation
heedless voice echoes
by what is he on anyway?
Some want me to feel
sorry for myself in hate
to do their own work
too lazy to commit
to your hatred? there is no
re-birth, only, hell or heaven
by Mox
after the crime then what?
we all move on, learning to
pack a few more glocks
by Moxie
But, it's better than
my self righteous nonsense of
two belief poker
by Moxie
you hit it off bored
worshipping self or action
calloused in the soul
by Moxie
or in another
sense, me on the LHP
isn't really me
by Moxie
if you're going to
play games with God and life then
be prepared to pay
by Moxie
filthy father feels
and prays to alterboy bums
all religions suck
by christslapper
my girl and my cat
snuggling so warm and clean
as i plot their death
by christslapper
saint stupid kneals down
"oh my god baby brains everywhere"
what a wacky world
by christslapper
poor jake has no girl
now bills bum feels his love lost
eggs is on a roll
by Anonymous Poet
Paul Klee
I guess had fun...
by Mox
I wish I had that
empathy but like EIB
too busy competing
by Mox
ash, listen to this
silence, Hemmingway bean cooked...
sometimes haiku is
nothing
by Mox
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)
