when i was thirty
seems like only yesterday
thanks to dementia
by ash
please don't be kayla...
oh, my day has been brightened
i plead entrapment
by scott (you're all my witnesses)
thoughts do not exist
there are only sensations
- deep thought of the day
by scott, ouch indeed...
scott is thirty, eh?
here I was flirting away
thought he was younger
by ouch
botryoidal rot
without chemicals you've got
very decent red
by Bacchae
cold, sweet, chemical
prickling bubbles on my tongue
tell me I'm alive
by scott (in 2D, once again)
spring is here again.
a young man's thoughts turn to
by scott
wouldn't you just love
to know what i told my friends
the next day? you bitch.
by transient of www.setfiretoeveryone.org
i would love to write
in praise of roadside flowers
but they make me sneeze
by scott
a "bad man" weighs in...
janis, erase the address?
kayla, don't post it
by scott (and I did like your haiku)
fuhgeddaboudit
by Boston gal
http://ae.boston.com/haiku/new_haiku
by Boston gal
once upon a time
author at boston dot com
rambled on and on
by A. Musing
The cusp of danger
It must be where you exist
If indeed you do
by Janis
if you are yourself
disregard my squalid jibes
keep up the good work
by ash
kayla i wonder
federal lolita bait
or maybe moxie
by ash
I liked your haiku
kayla, but stay away from
the bad men....ie....
moxie...ronin....bung.....scot.....ap.....paver.....and many, many more
by Anonymous Poet
someone street-proof that
child, or at least bad-haiku
proof her! no addresses honey.
by Anonymous Poet
but some of us have
TOO comfy dial-ups...some jet
chair ASDL
by Anonymous Poet
our universe is
an internet connection
and the comfy chair
by ash
tropical greyness
dripping blanket floats above
the water pours down
by ash
take away the world
but don't cut my connection
happy e-limbo
by ash
fuck you moxie
by Anonymous Poet
mother fucking bitch give me my fucking cigarette
by the cusing ghost
sweet smells fill the air
flowers bloom everywhere
babes born here and there
by Kayla Rhine age: 12 in a half
glass balls and glowing lights
dead tree in living room
killed to honor birth
by Kayla Rhine age: 12 in a half
The flap of a bat,
drip drip of monsoon waters
Ancient image stares
by kayla rhine of willow hill p.o. box 182 17271 P.A.
want some bad haiku
read Boss Cupid by Thom Gunn
re: Jeffrey Dhamer
by the man with the night sweats
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
