Ted's out, Clay's in...what
kind of pyscho-sexual
hold does this man have?
by onjaysun (Come on, Surbrivor)
wife paints clown picture
bad painting; what can be done?
sell it on ebay
by jawilli1 of alabamm
satisfaction Mick
wanna get my kicks 'n licks
get your ya ya's out
by mellie
it was fun fun fun
was busy doin' nothing
good timin' Brian
wouldn't it be nice
to do it all again friends
good vibes forever
by mellie, thank you Brian Wilson
commercial beat up
christmas is a load of bull
santa gertrudis ?
by ash
once upon a time
nothing wold sneak up on me
now it is christmas
I heard jingle bells
while shopping for groceries
made my eyes glitter
by mellie
breaking waves
sounds of
sampled time
by popcorn of usa
veil of snow
covers the ground
cracks are still seen
by popcorn of usa
you use too much paint
you paint too fast
off to the south seas
by popcorn of usa
horoscope: Virgo
but reading those "horoscopes"
take Leo's instead
by mother may I?
my
horoscope says
"speak using a hand puppet"
must ask for a raise
by scotch of (aka scott, the gemini)
Soothsay Thursday, Clay's
outstay play decays..Gray J
way may flay, pray, bray
by onjay..sun (still picking Brian)
shadows formed
from lighting thrown
darkness still surrounds
by popcorn of usa
new haiku method:
begin with random letters,
delete non-haiku
by scotch of (hey, it works in sculpture, why not poetry?)
Some of them just bad
Some of them horribly bad -
One hundred haiku
by R. of PT
Give up bad habits
and pick up only good deeds -
Ask and request peace
by R. of PT
Whatever the goal -
Only acceptable means
can bring to success
by R. of PT
Apri la Tua man,
nutri ogni vivente -
Celeste bonta'
by R. of PT
Grazie al Cielo
c'e' abbondante scelta -
Dubbi per ricchi
by R. of PT
Cavoli, pesce,
Spinaci e broccoli -
Fino a quando?
by R. of PT
"Seven" has 2 syls,
while "sept" has got only one -
Necessary choice
by R. of PT
"Sept" a une syllabe,
"seven" en a helas deux -
J'ai fait le bon choix
by R. of PT
poppy seeds abound
endorphines flood receptors
euphoria, ahh ...
by maestro
are of pea tea, eh?
we're most impressed with counting
en francais, hooray
by maestro
Un deux trois quatre cinq
Un deux trois quatre cinq six sept
Un deux trois quatre cinq
by R. of PT
holy frijoles
the first line in preceding
mere syllables four
by maestro
ahoy Willet
second line eight syllables
not very clever
by maestro
bleary eyed weary
wanting only to go home
the clown car takes him
by Anonymous Poet
one two three four five
one two three four five six seven
one two three four five
by willett of canada
a vulgar aesthete
seems nothing beyond the realm
surrender to id
by maestro
perspiration seals
scrotum-left to inner thigh
oh, what a feeling!
by maestro
blood coarses faster
plateletes and white cells adrift
could this be true Love?
by maestro
all i want
is a piece of blue sky
a fauve dies
by popcorn of usa
generating text
with glaring lack of merit
seems an ill pursuit
by maestro
on my knees before
master of verbosity
myriad pressed keys
by maestro
a wretched one now
rigid-syllabic blank verse
produces nothing
by maestro
rules
what rulez
i don't need no haiku rouse
by popcorn of usa
a confessional:
bereft of novel concepts
i merely react
by maestro
haven't time to read
all of the posted horseshite
gimme a moment
by maestro
a feeble tandem
hammer and battlepuppy
I quoth: bring it on!
by maestro
suck it,
sick it hard,
do it now.
please.......
by Anonymous Poet
brew it
do it
now
by popcorn of usa
winter cycling
clear blue sky
bittersweet last turn
by popcorn of usa
only one more left
i'll see you in hell finals
i wish i could sleep
by tiger of vegas
feet shuffling quick
as the meager boxspring creaks
mid-sleep foot spasms
by jerm of NH
in winter silence
rhythm of white elegance
swans drift slowly by
by Gwenhyfar
some are born artists
or have gifts in sports, words, song...
me - i brood real good
by scotch
"...underwear model...
...best body...smartest person...
...nice to hear from you..."
by scotch of excerpts from letter from ex on the subject of her new bo
Oh, those glasses, that
little polka-dot dress...spank
me Mrs. Beasley!
by onjaysun (been a bad lil' boy)
Willett, one question
when you're outside your igloo
do you play hockey?
by dumb American
