Poised with the rock
over the window of her dad's new Suburu
She locked in the keys again
by GoFreaksGo
polysyallabic words
come to me too easily
check out my egg-shaped head!
by GoFreaksGo
when i had my last
emotional meltdown the
staff gave me some shots
by one of the plumbers....
while painting your portrait
i gesture wildly and howl
the canvas is blank
by Hollywood Bonfire
chinese ping pong team
rushing in to rescue me
wearing red sweatsuits
by Hollywood Bonfire
the first girl i fucked
fell off her motorcycle
seven years later
by Hollywood Bonfire
swing away tobey
bash that fucking alien
st~~~~ht up the ol' squash
by Anonymous Poet
when i cried at lunch
the other plumbers noticed
and chewed thoughtfully
by Hollywood Bonfire
just don't get burned out
think how your work would suffer
haiku for the team
by justifications r us
Merriam-Webster
(no crystal ball needed here)
all can be foreseen
by Lola
well, quite honestly
(without "this" bad typing boss)
there'd be no haiku
by self-employed r us
could this be my work,
and fixing bugs, goofing off
while i write haiku?
either way, i'm paid
and quite well per syllable
life is but a dream
by scotch
spelling's not the prob
simply that typos abound
when boss is around
by should be working r us
the question is moot
cause if one can't spell friends, well
how can one be one
by really should be working not haiku-ing
freinds cannot be made
they happen, like rain and dreams
none of them forseen
by is forseen really a word...wondering r us
from a round white bowl
scent of peaches ripening
near the radio
by Gwenhyfar
oh yeah, i know art...
i know him when i see him
every now and then
by scotch
you remember art
known to frequent many spots
(hangs around a lot)
by Boston gal really signing off
laser quick, lightning
blurs and bursts the sky. Blinded
lovers laughter soars
by storyteller signs off...(yeah, et al)
second line should read
pondering analogy
didn't need that "the"
by critics r us
stars shiny rivets
fasten night onto the sky
buttons come undone
"tsk, tsk" Art mutters
pondering the analogy
Draw the shades at least
by storytellers r us
who is this art guy?
i don't think i've seen his work
not here, anyway
by scotch...okay, back to work
art manipulates
transformation incomplete
cloned himself once more
by heh heh
my sweet old et al
who took her leave of this place
and came back with more
by scotch of deep mud, at war with bugs
Cloned myself today
Undressed and molested him
Then we got pizza
by kackarott
saffron leaves do fall
trees blown naked in the wind
foretell autumn's end
by Gwenhyfar
art manipulates
transformation incomplete
too many boo boos
by outta here r us (for now!)
cool windy whispers
mark autumn's sudden onset
where's my jacket?
by one more for the road r us
It's true about the
rushing. Haiku miscounted
usually due to that
by Janis of Toronto
should know much better
quick submissions usually
do come out all wrong
by rushing out of work r us
haiku poetry
where the last writen word gleams
with an extra beat
by Boston gal...critics r us
impulsive artist
wondering where the words went
may try again tomorrow
by Boston gal et al
The soldier cried out
words tumbling into the void
as the bullet struck
Awake on linen,
he wondered, blanket or shroud?
The pain surged. Blanket.
by storytellers r us
bright purple corvette
why waste your money on one
bright purple corvette
by good taste r us
27 Found
Is what was returned to me
When "purple" was searched
by Janis of Toronto
jacaranda tree
interwoven purple blooms
scents the forest air
by Gwenhyfar
used the search engine
to look for many colours
found no poem purple
by cuz al in BC
My toes are curling
Abdomen stiff as a board
Great cunnilingus
by cunnilinger
flowing blood
pretty flowers
packaging for nature, why
by peter searle the younger of australia
Airplane toilets flush.
Frozen chunks of blue water.
Hooray! It's raining.
by Anonymous Poet
She said she loved me,
Would always be there for me.
My wife won't like that.
by Anonymous Poet
Boing I fall
Splat I hurt
That swine pushed me
by peter searle the younger of australia
whenever i'm stressed
back to haiku i return
law school's too much work
by Jane of no longer of Princeton, now of Boston
The world around me,
Is not as important as,
The state of the soul.
by another Anonymous Poet
fuck this fucking world
and all who live in it go
and fuck off all you!
by Anonymous Poet
Hey janis, while
using date search got "connection
closed by remote server"
by Anonymous Poet
Dad....Italian
Mother....native indian,
Me?....Awopaho
by Anonymous Poet
Bad burrito sending
Shockwaves throughout my colon
Gotta cop a squat
by Burrito boy
The
search it now works
Ready to accept queries
From all of you guys
by Janis
