hands of well water
raised to lips made dry by day
refreshes the soul
by Anonymous Poet
lone piper playing
thistled highlands shorn bare
moors the memory
by Scotti
Scots have their whiskey
but the Irish have Paddy
who's second to none
by Braelyn
Guinness poured just right
Gaelic words rhythmically sung
don't forget your green
by Braelyn
Dickless Dirk Douche Bag
Hapless Potato Governor
Scared of His Shadow
by Idagal
in room jacuzzi,
presidential suite...why not?
santa cruz was fun
by k
well, jim...if you're here
you're here...if you're not, you're not
surf away young lad!
by k_against_jim
santa cruz has lots
of big waves, nice jacuzzis
good walks on the beach
by k
"what's the big deal?" I'll
tell you what, ain't no big deal
to waste all this time.....
by jim c.
one armed, one eyed jack
no dealer needed at all
don't bust the sperm bank
by Anonymous Po...okay, scott (hey, we got poems about poo up here, what's the big deal?)
lackadaisical
Friday afternoon at work
perfect adjective
by Boston gal
one armed jack is good
can grab money handily
no dealer needed
by A. Musing
A hot craps table
Is better than a good poo
Roll seven shooter.
by Bung Daddy
serendipity
has a five syllable count
how perfect is that?
by Anonymous Poet
old man from Dublin
no one could quite understand
his Gaelic mumblin'
big woman from York
couldn't resist juiciest
slabs of rare pink pork
by Braelyn
stupid ass morons
take your haiku and shove it
where the sun don't shine
by jim
you're all worthless trash.
bob and the pit: dust someday.
don't fuck with the woods.
by woods of woods
that toothless fool bob
tried and tried but just couldn't.
Want a piece of me?
by Peach Pit of woods
don't write about me!
I had nothing to eat there!
those evil old woods.
by Bob of woods
six days in the woods
Bob tries to eat a peach pit
poor toothless old Bob
by gohlkus of Mpls, MN
babel fish thy name
is somehow so familiar
have we met before
by Penelope's sister
remember thy ply
thy nactarations offon
and babel 5 fish
ookie zon 5-9
and nonsense making more sense
than sense in this age
by Moxie
stirring coffee i
have created a vortex
that will never stop
ash bends over, farts!
Storms in Africa, and the
Butterflies all die.
by retro chaos theory
grandma's got a gland,
grandma use's xp but
grandma has a gland.
by well maybe not
may the road meet you
may your neighbor's wife greet you
may you not get caught
by Flan O'Brian
i apologize
for my inability
to spell function right
by realnutter of london
using search fuction
to find words not used before
I came up with gland
by realnutter of london
zen-like poetry
drawing circles in the sand
kitty's box all clean
by Zoe
when you bend over
if you listen to your arse
you won't hear the sea
by ash
bed is beckoning
it calls with a siren's song
from within its depths
by ash
bad bad bad haiku
check out poetry dot com
makes this site look good
by A. Musing (sometimes)
slots cyberpoker
crap tables, listen up Bung
Bung Daddy heaven
by mellie
poet going off
you're a bloody bewdy bet
cheers, don't be scared
by mellie
windows xp crashed -
should i "send error report"?
nah, i'll let bill sleep
by scott (not nearly as good the Blue Screen of Death, but that's progress for you...anyone else want to give it a try?)
it's retro haiku!
grandma's cock pops up again
and NT, once more
by scott
Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.
by NT - not today
double-chin stretching
above both ears, Arial
Sharon -- Killer Whale.
by Anonymous Poet
Farts were once funny
till I filled cats with bean dip
and laid down the bomb
by Betty LeBomb
During photographs
meaty log lays on my leg
Grandma has a cock!
by Betty LeBomb
Polyester pants
with green floral prints reveal
Grandma has a cock!
by Betty LeBomb
Six vodka tonics
stale hair and cigarette smoke
double gutter ball
by Betty LeBomb
It's been a long year
full of fun and also fear
but not a short beer
by Betty LeBomb
Army of boy-bands
attract heat-seeking missiles
from star-destroyer
by Betty LeBomb
hair today, gone now
cholesterol turns brains off now
and makes one lose hair
by Moxie
bones of old lovers
could be put to some good use
basis for good stock?
by Mata Hari
i use computers
the reason i'm not clever
burning plasma death!
by marc
if i could stab you
for all of these great haiku
machete flame death!
by marc
sex with a stranger
like propositioning whores
names aren't important
by marc
