k is wrong again,
Anonymous Poet is
the first, with the most
by Anonymous Poet
You can pick your friends
You can even pick your nose
Don't pick your friend's nose
by Mac of Loserville
damn, the preceding
should have been attributed
to the lone maestro
by maestro
i do not aspire
to dampen the ashen mound
a daunting prospect
by Anonymous Poet
The banality
Of this whole endeavour keeps
me nicely sedate
by Janis of Toronto
no inspiration
absence of profundity
i embrace this site
by maestro
k may think it's bad
sure i write lots of haiku
but then, who's counting ?
by ash
looming before you
largely unavoidable
the rest of your life
by ash
new uncertainties
honed by old anxieties
rake me like a knife
by ash
i should get a life
but i write haiku instead.....
oh, this IS my life
by ash
yes, i remember
8/20/2001
although not fondly
by scotch (thx for the stats & the preview fix!)
i hold 12th place in
stats for badhaiku poets
who post the most here
I'm not sure, but it
can't be a good thing, at least
I'm not ash in 1st
by k
where is everyone?
badhaiku can be lonely
when avoiding work.....
by k
listening to tom
waits while coding is just
the ticket I need.....
by k of Blood Money
Jackfruit
My body is like the jackfruit on the branch:
my skin is coarse, my meat is thick.
Kind sir, if you love me, pierce me with your stick.
Caress me and sap will slicken your hands.
by Anonymous Poet
Autumn Landscape
Drop by drop rain slaps the banana leaves.
Praise whoever sketched this desolate scene:
the lush, dark canopies of the gnarled trees,
the long river, sliding smooth and white.
I lift my wine flask, drunk with rivers and hills.
My backpack, breathing moonlight, sags with poems.
Look, and love everyone.
Whoever sees this landscape is stunned.
by Ho Xuan Huong
Snail, snail, glister me forward,
Bird, soft sigh me home,
Worm, be with me.
This is my hard time.
by Roethke of a greenhouse in Michigan
The most important act of a
poem is to reach further than the page, so that we are aware of
another aspect of the art. This will introduce us to its
spiritual essence. This essence has no limits.
What we are setting out to do is to delimit the work of art, so that it
appears to have no beginning and no end, so that it
overruns the boundaries of the poem on the page.
All of the arts share this need for delimiting.
Coleridge said that a poem must be both obscure and clear.
This is what we search for in our poem,
this beautiful balance between the hidden and the open.
What is this poem that appears to be opening within our hands?
by Anonymous Poet
"how deep is the sea?
no one really knows for sure..."
-from "Fishing with John"
by k_avoiding_coding_the_last_part_of_this_app_through_ANY_distraction
How far is Far Rock?
How far away is away?
How vast is the map?
by inquiring minds want to know
Terminal Lake
Although they know no other waters
and have no creation myths,
the fish don't like it here: no way out,
no river to swim upstream or down.
Terminal Lake squats there,
its belly filled by springs, oh rain
and ice and snow. It's deep,
Terminal Lake, and no one's gone to the bottom
and come back up.
All's blind down there, and cold.
From above, it's a huge black coin,
it's as if the real lake is drained
and this lake is the drain: gaping, language-
less, suck- and sinkhole.
-Thomas Lux
by k_who_will_not_post_a_haiku_right_now of Underwater
actually, make that
urban SNOB instead of slob
suits me better
by urban snob
crack head asks us how
to get to Far Rockaway
look at a map, jerk
by urban slob
ask a floating oak
for sound advice and it says
"No, I'm a split pear"!
by word salad
already wrapped it
but it has a poem glued
inside with some fish.....
a dream box is where
one puts things having to do
with interiors
by k_to_inquiring
What glory is this?
Morning wood is the hardest
I have a big cock
by X-wing Ace of Space
through a puff of breath
I see a fir tree tremble
in the wintry light
by Gwenhyfar
would love to see that
a dream box filled such as yours
can we see a pic?
by inquiring minds want to know
A billion lives lost,
whole worlds destroyed, led up to
this epic battle
of evil vs.
goodness: Onjaysun fights the
About Blank Pop-Up!
by onjaysun (warrior/prince/fry cook)
can't catch my subie
355 crank HP
the turbo just screeeems
by ap
made a "dream box" for
my mother's birthday. Inside...
water and poems
by k of can't stop working on art projects...
g'day moxie maaate
gladly I admit it too
others more fucked up
by mellie
well, I have been fucked
but haven't fucked off
so, I still post sometimes
by Mox
"Jesus Loves Me More"
is the sticker appearing
on Scotch's auto.....
by k
ha! being *shrink-wrapped*
and packaged is hard enough,
but then no money?
by k
you dreamt you were small?
i've no idea what that means
better ask a shrink
by scotch to k (cool site)
"do you love that guy?"
i'm pointing to a bumper
jesus rolls his eyes
by scotch
unhurt but shaken,
jesus creates a speed trap
to snare subarus
by scotch (swears, not swearing, that should have been...)
i dreamt i was small
enough to be shipped fedex
but not enough cash
by k_of_bizarre_dreams of Slow Wave will make a cartoon of your dreams even
jesus doesn't use
his goddamned turn signal and
is run off the road
by k_against_people_who_drift_from_lane_to_lane_without_signaling
jesus swerves to miss
a drifting cell phone yakker,
swearing softly: "elvis!"
by scotch
"hey, this wine is good.
where did you get it again?"
"i made it myself."
by scotch, tripping
"shouldn't we get gas?
we've been driving for hours."
jesus smiles, drives on
by scotch, on a road trip with jesus
random meat to eat
what is fun?-turduckin-meat
neopolatan
by lazy gravy of san francisco
If Google doesn't
count "a's", why should I. Call it
haikuic license.
by onjaysun
The day finally came
Dad sat me down for "the talk"
and said, "Jacko's a freak!"
by onjaysun
Seen some people count
three syllables in "haiku" -
But it's only two
by R. of PT
There's snow on the ground
here in Toronto, but it
will all melt today
by Janis of Toronto
