mellie, all hair should
be public, even the hair down
under, let it grow
by Anonymous Poet
chemical syntax
unaccounted synapse lapse
confusing perhaps
by ash
todays flowers are on the top of my head
i will water them by orange juice
ironic from the window
by drugys of there
mellie's armpits bare
how come we have pubic hair?
freshly mown down there
by mellie
my smelly armpits
serenade summer's decline
not unlike my own
by ash
fly me to the moon
let me play among the sprouts
jupiter and mars
by mellie
THOSE! Lazy-Hazy
-Crazy days of Solar-Maximus
pass the sunblock 4000
by http://umbra.nascom.nasa.gov/images/latest_sxt.gif
eating beansprouts, is
just like going down on an
alien, believe me ... I know
by moxie
love grows where my
rosemary goes la-la-la
de-de-de-dum-dum
by Anonymous Poet
go ahead marry
many times as you want to
just don't fall in love
by skeptic sue
fall in love often
betroth yourselfs seldom
but never marry
f
by swish of so my granpa said
Grandpa had a shillelagh
by Anonymous Poet
he said to me..."sonny,
every now and then a man
should get his stick wet...
by My Irish Grampa
arrrgh.....FUCK ta' wife!!!!
by Anonymous Poet
ugggh fuck coke-sucking st pats' day
by Anonymous Poet
saint patrick drove out
all the snakes from ireland
was this a good thing?
what of the rodents?
you'd think this would cause famine
less enlightened times
by scott (i hesitate to post this after such really good haiku...but this is bad haiku after all)
misted ancient land
ivy stoned craggy island
blue green solitude
by Colleen
table for one please
but leave some hot tea for two
my thoughts and I sit
by somebody's mother
by the tidal sun
and the tide pools of the moon
dreams grow thick as weeds
by Siggy
grandiloquently
art as therapy captivates
elegant lavage
by Siggy
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
