count this you maroons!
before you know it a line might just creep off the syllable chart
oh my god! what will we do?
by Anonymous Poet
been away too long
good to see this is still here
after all these years
by hangdog of orbiting dallas
baking panty bread
she busies herself scratching
damn, that is frothy
by ap
yes, of course, the count
but i would have been remiss
if i'd let it go
by scotch to janis
Oakland won in ten
Seattle fans left early
And I just big smiled.
by onjaysun
Fremont Troll had a
Religious experience
with my little gnome.
by onjaysun
Seatown, much coffee
much police, yet where can a
guy get some donuts?
by onjaysun
Went to Victoria
It's like in Canada, eh!
Love spending loonies.
by onjaysun
Seattle Duck tour
All it is quacked up to be
Worth the extra bills
by onjaysun
Knew I would get flamed
For the incorrect grammar
It's the count you know
by Janis (to scotch) of Toronto
Markings of insanity
Scars that won't fade
The bed has me captive
There is no point
Bastards in naples yellow
by peter searle the younger of australia
if you say "frisco"
you can't leave fisherman's wharf
i don't make the rules
by scotch of 30 minutes north...
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)
