Bad Haiku
Horrible poetry for the digital age
29 Years, 74 Days and 78047 Haiku later...
Horrible poetry for the digital age
29 Years, 74 Days and 78047 Haiku later...
hmm to live at home, 29
mcydees and another job
controversial, outspoken, stupid
lacking confidence, mocking all
living and dying in, small showers
mcydees and another job
controversial, outspoken, stupid
lacking confidence, mocking all
living and dying in, small showers
by
She's off to work in
Fiji, will miss her, might start
hitting the kava
Fiji, will miss her, might start
hitting the kava
by
The shocking truth of any matter
is it seems all our great writers
are dead and we are all
poetic re-runs, but Gen X must die
at some point too...
is it seems all our great writers
are dead and we are all
poetic re-runs, but Gen X must die
at some point too...
by
Little cannoli
came back through my door, hugged her
Squeezed the filling out
came back through my door, hugged her
Squeezed the filling out
by
working at Reny's
large warehouse
many problems
many advantages
no one solution
no one simple way
large warehouse
many problems
many advantages
no one solution
no one simple way
by
ash moxie mellie
I really enjoy a good one
a menage a trois
so ash is the top
and mellie's on the bottom
in the top three list
moxie's number two
a piggie in the middle
and who has the cock ?
I really enjoy a good one
a menage a trois
so ash is the top
and mellie's on the bottom
in the top three list
moxie's number two
a piggie in the middle
and who has the cock ?
by
by of I AM!
k is wrong again,
Anonymous Poet is
the first, with the most
Anonymous Poet is
the first, with the most
by
You can pick your friends
You can even pick your nose
Don't pick your friend's nose
You can even pick your nose
Don't pick your friend's nose
by of Loserville
damn, the preceding
should have been attributed
to the lone maestro
should have been attributed
to the lone maestro
by
i do not aspire
to dampen the ashen mound
a daunting prospect
to dampen the ashen mound
a daunting prospect
by
The banality
Of this whole endeavour keeps
me nicely sedate
Of this whole endeavour keeps
me nicely sedate
by of Toronto
no inspiration
absence of profundity
i embrace this site
absence of profundity
i embrace this site
by
k may think it's bad
sure i write lots of haiku
but then, who's counting ?
sure i write lots of haiku
but then, who's counting ?
by
looming before you
largely unavoidable
the rest of your life
largely unavoidable
the rest of your life
by
new uncertainties
honed by old anxieties
rake me like a knife
honed by old anxieties
rake me like a knife
by
i should get a life
but i write haiku instead.....
oh, this IS my life
but i write haiku instead.....
oh, this IS my life
by
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
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
where is everyone?
badhaiku can be lonely
when avoiding work.....
badhaiku can be lonely
when avoiding work.....
by
listening to tom
waits while coding is just
the ticket I need.....
waits while coding is just
the ticket I need.....
by 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.
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
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.
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
Snail, snail, glister me forward,
Bird, soft sigh me home,
Worm, be with me.
This is my hard time.
Bird, soft sigh me home,
Worm, be with me.
This is my hard time.
by 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
"how deep is the sea?
no one really knows for sure..."
-from "Fishing with John"
no one really knows for sure..."
-from "Fishing with John"
by
How far is Far Rock?
How far away is away?
How vast is the map?
How far away is away?
How vast is the map?
by
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
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 of Underwater
actually, make that
urban SNOB instead of slob
suits me better
urban SNOB instead of slob
suits me better
by
crack head asks us how
to get to Far Rockaway
look at a map, jerk
to get to Far Rockaway
look at a map, jerk
by
ask a floating oak
for sound advice and it says
"No, I'm a split pear"!
for sound advice and it says
"No, I'm a split pear"!
by
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
but it has a poem glued
inside with some fish.....
a dream box is where
one puts things having to do
with interiors
by
What glory is this?
Morning wood is the hardest
I have a big cock
Morning wood is the hardest
I have a big cock
by of Space
through a puff of breath
I see a fir tree tremble
in the wintry light
I see a fir tree tremble
in the wintry light
by
would love to see that
a dream box filled such as yours
can we see a pic?
a dream box filled such as yours
can we see a pic?
by
A billion lives lost,
whole worlds destroyed, led up to
this epic battle
of evil vs.
goodness: Onjaysun fights the
About Blank Pop-Up!
whole worlds destroyed, led up to
this epic battle
of evil vs.
goodness: Onjaysun fights the
About Blank Pop-Up!
by
can't catch my subie
355 crank HP
the turbo just screeeems
355 crank HP
the turbo just screeeems
by
made a "dream box" for
my mother's birthday. Inside...
water and poems
my mother's birthday. Inside...
water and poems
by of can't stop working on art projects...
g'day moxie maaate
gladly I admit it too
others more fucked up
gladly I admit it too
others more fucked up
by
well, I have been fucked
but haven't fucked off
so, I still post sometimes
but haven't fucked off
so, I still post sometimes
by
"Jesus Loves Me More"
is the sticker appearing
on Scotch's auto.....
is the sticker appearing
on Scotch's auto.....
by
ha! being *shrink-wrapped*
and packaged is hard enough,
but then no money?
and packaged is hard enough,
but then no money?
by
you dreamt you were small?
i've no idea what that means
better ask a shrink
i've no idea what that means
better ask a shrink
by
"do you love that guy?"
i'm pointing to a bumper
jesus rolls his eyes
i'm pointing to a bumper
jesus rolls his eyes
by
unhurt but shaken,
jesus creates a speed trap
to snare subarus
jesus creates a speed trap
to snare subarus
by
i dreamt i was small
enough to be shipped fedex
but not enough cash
enough to be shipped fedex
but not enough cash
by 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
his goddamned turn signal and
is run off the road
by
jesus swerves to miss
a drifting cell phone yakker,
swearing softly: "elvis!"
a drifting cell phone yakker,
swearing softly: "elvis!"
by