Tree falls in forest.
No one there. Does it make sound?
Who cares? Firewood.

no one really cares
about flame wars or Moxie
just want to haiku

What I am saying is
Moxie felt attacked on here
Not understanding

But it's not just him
It's obvious that flame wars
Care not on victims

fearfully they wait
shadows lengthening forms grow
intimidated

deep in their dark lair
self-bound to a burning hearth
old men squat staring

The smell of young corn
steaming sweats of mists rolling
Its husks wilted wet

Colored bottles lined
mementos of times long gone
recall the laughter

identity theft -
annoying on badhaiku
scary in real life

A streetside cafe
Lilium tucked behind her ear
Ah, Bellisima!

what you sayin' there WyldKyss

......mAdness mAdness mAd
ness mAdness mAdness mAdness
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.........Psycho Psycho Psy
....cho Psycho Psycho Psycho
.........Psycho Psycho Psy

...(not even half the poet that
.................moxie is)

This is amusing
When one person, attacked, leaves
You turn on yourselves...

.....guiness record


.....greatest irony:
.an anonymous poet
...who's not a poet

(more retard than...)

..what you saying schmuck
you trying to say something
......like ah...duh...drivel

......(go lick moxie's ass)

........now showing

...silence of the dumbs
.Anonymous Poet plays
....the crazed hannibal

(watch him focus on the
.............dots)

ronin must BE moxie....he is just as annoying....

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what do they mean?
why do they thrill you so much?
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a thirty-six B
suits me just fine... by the way
no complaints as yet

...........i am 36
an advocate of sorts and
....a counsel at large

I feel bad for you!
about those blind relatives
(must be genetic)

stained linen ephod
falls flat on unholy ground
hoofbeats from afar

Fourty-plus something
Family members this weekend
Haven't seen in years

........too much reality
doing away with hypochrisy
......what remains...is it

sweet gaping Marsh ducks
just in time too it would seem
golfer yells out "fore"!

Life is short, Art long
Experience deceitful
Judgment difficult

the "babes" are asleep
in their angelic abodes
come morning they fall

.............................0-0

..when nuclear war starts
the first obvious thing to do
........is to secure the

king

...birds of the same mind
attract themselves together
.....give him a pat dude

...(no stoic storks for me,
..only gaping marsh ducks)

Erector set shell
working levers and buttons
my girdered steel rails

My cliche mirror
shows that my identity
is all too common

All I crave is art
and with that comes a surely
unsatisfied life

Un-natural light
brewed chemicals, mixed with piss
filling all my needs

Each morning I rise
with calculator in hand
to do pointless math

this is a pointless
haiku, which i am posting
to figure the time

time is on my side
bandages are on my foot
debts are on my back

foot bone imploded
personal hiroshima
world suddenly changed

maybe I count each
of ronin's incessant dots
and fire a blank

.....for each

slowly melting down
candles flicker in the wind
remnants of love's fire

ruby black river
silenced in the dark bayou
midnight souls do roam

sweeping locks of grey
gnarled and twisting in the wind
spanish moss does hang