nasal spray from sneeze
goes where ever it pleases
kids rub on knee-es
by the Teach
Rectal spray glistens
On the floor where it landed
Should I wipe it up?
by Drophammer
the word with is small
but it joins all together
to make the count right
by Sango Orangutango of Within You
bad man dances past
washing the glass my ass
nice form, but bad ass
by Sango Orangutango of Within Myself
sometimes Mox does shock
he really can be brilliant
maybe J's jealous
by Anonymous Poet
Jeremy...what is your problem with me?
themadtaer@hotmail.com
by Moxie
the truth is in the
dust, all we do on line is
scrawl, grand grafitti
by Mox
if it keeps the peace
then let them close the doors for
another openms
by Mox
do him and us a
favor Janis, make moxie
famous and ban him
the only one to be thus honored
pleeeeeese
by Anonymous Poet
It seems to work for
The pages fill with moxies
Crappy sick whining
by Anonymous Poet
As i have said earlier
The moxie credo:
by Anonymous Poet
caught in reverie
offered penny for my thoughts
...holding out for more
by Boston gal
yes, Janis, I wish
I were more into the "groove"
here, I like many
of the poems that
were written when I was not
around...that was zen
by Moxie
wish they'd hurry up
and legalize ganji so
I can understand
where you people who
do benefit me, come from
somewhere West Coast?
by Moxie
oh, we're behaving -
moxie, and the rest of us -
just as you'd expect
by scott
Haven't been 'round much
Are all you guys behaving?
Or is it chaos?
by Janis
The fluorescent glow
Helps the seedling tomatoes
In the early spring
by Janis
What isn't good is
when the fight takes over and
stoicness ceases...
by Moxie
It's so nice to see
That some things just don't change here,
Like the twat quota.
by Scrunty Hardbody
fuck off moxie
by Anonymous Poet
fuck off moxie
by Anonymous Poet
fuck off moxie
by Anonymous Poet
fuck off moxie
by Anonymous Poet
fuck off moxie
by Anonymous Poet
I hate my idle
words, He may forgive me but
I know I will not
by Mox
In New hampshire where
anonymous poets live
you can meet Santa
by Moxie
Frustrated with the
"fuck offs," those who laugh
at reactions tend to...
not be happy themselves
by Moxie
I want to see you
write a real haiku not aimed
at the end of now!
by Moxie of to ap
Why am I aiming
anger at poets who've done
no harm to me but
just a few angry
reaction seekers? There's no
look of comprehension
in a taco bell employee sometimes
by Moxie
Christianity
is best served dead, a dead lie
A lie I bought too long
by Moxie
I guess I'd better
throw cyanide to the pigs
and have bbq later...
pearls just don't get it
by Moxie
I forgot......FUCK OFF moxie
by Anonymous Poet
eat shit and THEN walk away moxie
by Anonymous Poet
if anyone here
needs a
nice toilet bowl brushplease take a look - thanks!
(that's http://www.craigslist.org/sfo/sfc/for/3361971.html for the paranoid - no cookies or other BS)
by scott
moxie walks away
and yet still winds up back here
is one leg shorter?
by scott
i'd guessed boston gal
and penelope the same
(similar flirting)
by scott
stonehenge stands alone
many but one circle void
save of mystery
by Moxie
there's always one stare
one stop, one road block to you
sometimes it's yourself
by Moxie
fuck off moxie
by Anonymous Poet
I can't stand stone faced
but have to walk away in
the face of fighting
by Moxie
some are driven by the
need to tell others to be
like us, playing God
by Moxie
stick your head up
your ass bung (moxie) Oh! right!
it's already there.
by Anonymous Poet
Rotten Easter eggs
Boiling up from the crapper
Jesus has risen
by Bung Daddy
it is difficult
to fathom just how lame you
are moxie, FUCK OFF!
by Anonymous Poet
Mystery as was
in the days of the past man
is still human, still
by Mox
I realized I was
an unwanted child, when I
found out my bath toys...
...were a hair dryer
and an electric toaster
once, a t.v. set.
by Celeste Rockafeller
And thats what happens
When you don't hail to the chimp
Oh, please dear God why?
by Celeste Rockafeller
She walks to and fro
Shakes her numer two pencil
Always in blind fret
Constantly smiling
Diagnosis, Obsessive-
Compulsive Disord'r
by Celeste Rockafeller
It's hard to blink at
tragedy all at once as
it sinks in like silt...
by Moxie of all the stuff happening
jesus has risen
the middle east in coma
lives its own nightmare
by ash
