I've got a blue peach
from the time I got so high
I landed on Mars
by Betty LeBomb
Coming over here
with a ketchup mouth booger
was not the best plan
by Betty LeBomb
Trying to stay in
between morning and my dreams
my cat wakes me up
by Betty LeBomb
Speller's on the broke
lost with control-alt-delete
can't conjugating
by Betty LeBomb
had to look it up
see it was a weenie joke
ash: comedian!
by hahahahahahahah
over coffee we
we play' the game of chit-chat
under the blue sky
you provided the match
that lit my stoge.
by ComiCat of reminiscent about that girl i met in Santa Barbara, once.
back to the kitchen
sheena humming an old fave
like: little red courgette
by ash (just kidding s.)
Mox Loves COCKS OH YEAH
Shake em, lick em, and STICK 'EM!
GIMME THOSE BIG ONES!!!!!!!!!!
by Mox
at this point, i think
i will stop being so wise
and just let 'er rip
by Anonymous Poet
despite that knowledge
bittersweet is memory
a deceptive haunt
by sheena
despite my knowing
that the future was foretold
in grimly scrawled runes
by sheena
my forfeited loves
haunt me with my refusals
ghosts i could have had
by sheena
It is more advanced
The book AND recording have
Already occurred
by A Student of Manchester
It is more addvanced
The book AND recording have
Already occurred
by A Student of Manchester
just goes to show you
how mindlessly they process
each and ev'ry one
by next will come the book, the recording ...then the film!
Got no intention
Of going to Florida
But they are foolish
They could have picked one
Of my poems that wasn't quite
So not very good
by A Student of Utah
Ozzy's great, enjoyed
the monkey but that drink ass
clown, too damn funkey!
by onjaysun (still better than that game)
don't get suckered in
poetry dot com picks all
who submit a poem
by let then pay you for the Florida trip if you're so damned good I say
"Come to convention
"You've won a prize for your poem
"It's a heavy thing."
You taking the piss?
It's not my best poetry
It's taking the piss
by A Student of How am I going to get to Florida?
aside from one friend
getting skewered by my sword
burns night was quite brillant!
by k
Were you a mirage?
All those hours in my bed
When will you be home?
by sweetbetty of Cali
What to do today?
It is Super Bowl Sunday
I could not care less
by sweetbetty of Cali
welcome to the nice
excuse driven world of men
living on Scriptures
by Mox
And then God murdered
Thousands of innocents and
We celebrated
And then He told us
"Don't kill people." but we did
Arabs aren't people
by A Student of The Old Testament
the cold war of the
Gods, Pagan and Christian, so
close, yet so far too
by Mox
in a way these things
put on bumpers are sold to
stick in the mind, QED
by Mox
i have no answers
sometimes i have no questions
so then - what difference
by ap
You have these weapons
We may have no evidence
But admit it now
If you admit it
We will kill you, but if not
We will do the same
by A Student of Baghdad
i am just so hot
but not a little bit vain
it's global warming
by ash
you must all suffer
because, let's face it, i do
and it's a good thing
by ash (wearing a moxie hat)
burns night..scottish bar
ahh i can't wait for haggis
sheep's stomach and beer
by k of aye lassie!
It is raining crap
I have forgotten my umbrella
Doesn't life smell sweet?
by Deep Blue
I still taste his breath
boy with the computer tan
So give geeks a chance.
by sweetbetty of Cali
A new toy today
Note: battery included
Oh, Hello Kitty!
by sweetbetty of Cali
Aah but then again
Very little I've seen here
Resembles haiku
by A Student of Delhi
Bumper sticker text
and "vintage" T-shirt drivel
are not haiku, friends.
by maestro
The pope would say "Good,
"You can call me 'The big man',
"That's what the nuns say."
by A Student of The Vatican City
suicide, fire and brimstone
old duke, bowflex and
the same old haiku people...
suicide with boxflex on an old duke
spree playing metallica
with clam dip
by Mox
I'm sorry, I can't keep a straight face...fucking funny Moxie impressions...
by the Same
We could compare mass
And hold competions to
See who was better
by A Student of Manchester
If I was a priest
I could have lunch with the pope
On odd occasions
by A Student of Manchester
That's not my haiku
My fantasies aren't deranged
They're a bit obscure
by A Student of Manchester
Murder, bury mom
Then dig her up for one last
Anal ring toss game
by Moxie
I wish I was Priest
Then I could act out all my
Deranged fantasies
by A Student of Manchester
How the kitten plays
With the tip of the barrel
I pull the trigger
by A Student of Cameroon
My old dick
In a jar by the sink
Or is that a pickle?
by peter searle the younger of Australia
My old dick -
how green it looks
by firelight
by zathras
Frozen dog-turd
slowly melting into the ground -
spring is coming
by kuru
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by Moxie
Look, a burning bush
"Hello, oh bush." said Saddam
"Goodbye." said the bush...
by A Student of Manchester
