Goats across the street,
in private he did meet, cuz
anything thought they'd eat.
by onjaysun (Nervous Goats...good name for a rock band)
A sunny Frogtown
t-shirts, shorts, Asian tourists
checking out thrift shop
by onjaysun (I'm at peace, he's at war)
cold produces ice
cream, eggs, sugar, vanilla
= ice cream
by yum!
R. produces a
constructive syllogism
by Garik
new swimsuit issue
National Geographic?!
"she sells sea shells"
by three to be exact!
trailing chimney smoke
winter nears longed completion
yesterday is lost
by Gwen's sister
Confidence can be
an excuse for laziness
by R. of PT
Feeling confident
by R. of PT
Personal effort
by R. of PT
hunting for their prey
two red-tailed hawks' low circle
eyes do follow ground
by John Updike...run rabbit
Victim now of hate -
fifteen vicious Cossack knights
hunting for their prey
by R. of PT
weeping icicles
streaming silver-wet cascade
splash upon the rocks
by Gwenhyfar
splash upon the rocks
single malt scotch will do, thanks
thaw those winter blues
by tho I'll wait till after noon
nice one scotch me lad
i'm quite the auteur myself
when it comes to that
by sheena
unfortunately
my finger's create typo
but I won't obsess
by running out for coffee
pale subnlight journeys
weary spirit passes by
searching for the spring
by haiku r us
Obsession is there
Every time i write something
Some fool does comment
by A Student of Did you, yourself, not just comment
seems the time is right
ash: wish that you could be mine
irresistible
by sigh... I know that you're taken
Still is the water
Broken by a disruption
The coming of rain
by A Student of A Haiku - The First, and probably last 'proper' haiku on this page today
long on syllables
obsession your delusion
bottom of the class
by ash
Short on talent then?
Why does everybody obsess
Over my haikus then?
by A Student of tired of your infantile comments
blix sticks fix with nix
war more sure than 'twas before
rhyme but not reasons
by ash
she flounced down the street
jiggling like a cheap hooker
in an old movie
by ash
What tomorrow brings:
A funeral for a friend
Then a friend to kiss
by sweetbetty of Cali
it makes sense to me
that you'd get a peach while high
since they are stone fruit
by scotch of (welcome back, bet)
dare i eat a peach?
a blue, glowing martian peach?
eat or be eaten
by scotch
"so you play music?
what instrument do you play?"
me: "I play the fool"
by scotch of (chuffed with myself for that one)
timing! that's the key
to all the best comedy
wait, i screwed that up
by scotch
let me demonstrate
what sheer talent truly is:
take it away, ash
by scotch
seems thin-skinned to me
(student of boring ennui)
short on talent too
by Mike likes sporting news
Male maturity?
So I am immature then
Writing on this site
Has shortened what was
Left of my patience for those
Who would be stupid
by A Student of Zimbabwe
Your opinions are
Not important to me so
I shall ignore them
by A Student of Repetition, boring? but a sign of intellect
Let's get one thing straight
I'm sure you're a nice person
But I have no proof
And I shall assume
You are standard redneck scum
And discard your views
by A Student of the South
dear boyish student
have you ever considered
male maturity
by perpetual student mentality rather BORING you see
See the callous sheep
How it affects my spelling
With its evil ways
by A Student of Afghanistan
See the callous sheep
How it eats the other's grass
Amd torments the dog
by A Student of Wales
my secret weapon?
thirty-eight then twenty two
thirty-eight again
by Lola
My secret weapon,
a blue bar of wonder-all,
scrubs winter away
by Betty LeBomb
With tickets in hand
I now anxiously await
the puppy-go-round
by Betty LeBomb
Swirling to my waist
like my feet upon the sky
a color so blue
by Betty LeBomb
Sky went nuclear
with millions of tiny flakes
a winter snow-bomb
by Betty LeBomb
what's any guy want
everything given freely
and then even more
by any guy
Tis good to be back
after time circling the moon
apollo now lands
by Betty LeBomb
what could he want now?
looking for that perfect gift
my sweet valentine
by inquiring minds want to know
Oh my, another
But I only wrote one poem then
Twenty five dollars?
by A Student of Manchester
Poet of the year?
You censored most of my work
Most of the good poems
by A Student of Poetryy
there is a name for
what afflicts you mox, your pain
is named "your a slut"
by Jim of NY
Lil Bush and Cheney
Show the way to victory
to a horse and ass
by Ray of Garner
If I sit through Dub's
Sales Seminar tonight, do
I get the toaster?
by onjaysun (I heard Saddam kicks puppies too!)
