If you mean this
one
Then yes, I know what you mean
by Blemished by sun
by Janis of Toronto
OMG!!!! Mario
Sunshine is the shit. I mean,
for real, it's that tight.
by #2 Gunna
Read Barefoot Gen. Then
you will understand the whole
blemished by sun thing.
by Censor sensor
Flying to 'frisco
For the Yankee thanksgiving
On Aeroplan miles
by Janis of Toronto
Sometimes I feel like
I want to be a member
Of a different club
by Anonymous Poet
the blemished by sun
thing was up too long without
a new submission
by Anonymous Poet
Blemished by sunlight
and radiation poison,
still won't kill the dog.
by Censor sensor
kaiser, translated:
"german emperor health plan"
it fails to comfort
by Anonymous Poet
undecided course
like a flummoxed kitty-cat
on the mantlepiece
by weekend plans r us
Hans
His soul
Hans-Olo
Leader of the
New Frontier
Fearless
Chief
by Karli of Vancouver
abundant monkeys
plethora of bananas
equals bad haiku
by zookeeper
one would also think
that writing like a monkey
makes no sense at all
by who ARE some of these people anyway?
Long ten hour shift
Followed by Saturday Shift
I hate part time work.
by Anonymous Poet
SuperMicro hate
Has poisoned haiku talent!
...mail them shit in box!
by kackarott
Super-Micro Sucks
Feel the wrath of my hot
Frothy urnine hate!
by kackarott
after a short while
owning a monkey ceases
to be amusing
by Lola
political power, influence and control
cunt bitch twat slut 'ho
damn that girl is good
by GoFreaksGo
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
