thank goodness haiku
keeps me sane in times of stress
wish work were as fun
by Jane of Princeton
the thesis is due
in seventeen or so days
after that, long sleep
by Jane of Princeton
Scott the meddler .. err
mentor... works for me even
though I am not ash
by BrainFart- http://www.thefulldeck.com/
looming but unseen
Scott is in his sewing room
shuttles back and forth
by Boston gal
i've been wool-gath'ring
long enough to spin a yarn
think i'm fleecing them
by scott (jump right in)
when fabricating
make sure it's the finest wool
pulled over the eyes
by A. Musing (sorry couldn't resist)
my project today:
fabricate my old timesheets
think i'll use whole cloth
by scott
of course t'was just I
havin' a bit of a laugh
freezing my arse here
by Boston gal (not Kayla's sis at all...)
spring is in the air
squirrels do it in the trees
tho' nineteen degrees
by Kayla's lil sister
so who is this guy?
the royalist who hates queens
an ex-new yorker?
by scott
by scott (sorry folks for that bad link - not the one i was talking about)
talking of sport sport
bulls roaring at the gabba
how's ya finger stu?
by mellie
deep thought of the day
can't wait for spring vacation
diving in the Turks
by just three weeks to go!
March madness marches
On, OregOn in the lead...
nerds can like spOrts tOO....
by k of not a big sports fan...but rOOting for OregOn anyway
all this March madness
college basketball ennui
when will it be gone?
by Boston gal
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
