calling only you
the half that completes my whole
the blood of my life
by jewel1
I will call your name
in the innermost sanctum
of my wounded heart
by jewel1
cynical wu talk
vomit murder suicide
no place for babies
by wet nurse for saps
stress of temp workers
a record broken, useless
and to feel trapped...
by Diablo
how can I resist
borgs and bots and lollipops
make me feel so fine
by Lolita
finals here again
time to study my ass off
only to get C's
by Bob Jones Esq of Waco, TX
Oh, round bleen, joined at the spleen,
what ass' jaw created ebola?
Fifty versons, forty acre pants,
Bring it on, bitch-ola
by out there man of out there
I heard the news today
oh, boy, computer chips implanted, Doritos
from hell itself
we are all borg now
by Diablo
heart of a poet
bronchioles of a rasta
grin of a cheshire
by ash
.......Lolita sounds like...ash?
hmmm... something is quite amiss
...........a gender crisis?
...........(butt off, mox!)
by ronin@construedinwaysmorethanonedude
....strangers in the night
glancing at skyline pigeons
......over moonlit sky
by ronin@ifonlydreamsdocometrue....
communal scapegoat
internet pornography
remind us of love
by jesse of cincinnati
some sort of magic
we never met lolita
but it sounds like me
by ash
I think I'm in love
he has heart of a poet
mind of a scholar
by Lolita (and is my best lover yet)
garfield makes me
want to vomet all over
the place so i do
by carlos guzman jr (G.H.S #1)
jealous cowards want contrlol
by carlos guzman jr demented)
your miserable
i understand your problem
your guts all spill out
by carlos guzman jr
spiderman is lame
scooby-doo is much beter
acchuly bothsuck
by Anonymous Poet
punk rock is the bomb
not hip hop or stupid pop
boy bands kiss my ass
by carlos guzman jr
i crave this feeling
to see disgust in your eyes
always wanting more
by carlos guzman jr
urban roadrunners
such a silly looking breed
jog along for hours
by A. Musing
forget the pigeons
mass ave is for roadrunners
(when it's late outside)
by scott (got the internet on)
Massachusetts Ave.
hear a WHACK - look up to see
pigeon suicide
by A. Musing (really wasn't) must have been sun glare 'boidy' never saw THAT sign
With life comes painful
conclusions, that it's not snap
but, it works on out
by Diablo
use the subjunctive
when waxing suicidal:
i wish i were dead
by anal, and an asshole
i'm no animal
i'm tired of your abuse
i wish i was dead
by carlos guzman jr
market street downtown
san francisco, sunny day
pigeons eat vomit
by k of let me paint you a picture I'll never forget
bird works for a lot
'specially in traffic jams
universal sign
by A. Musing
this is distraction
in the end, will you sell your
souls for Survivor?
by Diablo
It's often hard to
let go of the past until
it is time for it
by Diablo
the young need a thing
to batter to make themselves
feel better, we all do
by Diablo
hey, Mitsukai
have they repaired Turtle Bay?
North Shores old hotel
by Boston gal...missing the tradewinds
two wongs ate some wings
peanut sauce ginger and soy
pigeons can be fine
by A. Musing
when australia
rhymes with genitalia
grandma has a cock
by ash
pigeons flying rats,
their cooing, like fingernails
scratching on boredom
by kookoo
pigeons flying rats,
there cooing, like fingernails
scratching on boredom
by kookoo
mukis and vomit
these things all fall in to it
what a piece of crap
by carlos guzman jr (l.a.u.s.d trash can)
good for nothin bird
with a twisted nasty mouth
pigeons make me sick
by carlos guzman jr
good for nothin bird
with a twisted nasty mouth
pigeons make me sick
by Anonymous Poet
mox is as mox does
and since i've never spoofed mox
one wrong makes no right
by scott (i should let it go, but i kind of do like my name)
two wings made a wong.
number that is, Then three?
a bird and a half?
by scott, if...
two wrongs make a right
and three wrongs make everything
right enough to be wrong
by k of by the way...the 17 syllable rule is crap!
my little brother
really...a pain in the ass
I love to beat him
by A. Musing (especially at chess)
My little sister
Has a flare for dramatic
Likes to sound beaten.
by WyldKyss
Staring at the clock,
Bored silly, need to stay up -
It is caffiene time!
by Mitsukai of Honolulu HI
but I must admit
that Boston gal (yes, it's true)
s'in a royal funk
by yeah...I'll get over it
just another name
(love those nom de plumes, I do)
not pregnant at all
by simply A. Musing
my fingers are fat
so chubby I can't type right
water retention
by Lolita...gazing at first line of earlier haiku...oops
Ican't see my legs
my belly is simply huge
two more months to go
by Lolita
It's up to my waist
and through its soupy mist
I can't see my legs
by Betty LeBomb
