Price of gas just went
up again, George will ya start
that war already
by onjaysun (oops...it's about terror)
The unsung martyr
Fighting for his religion
Perishes in flames
by A Student of Hollow, cylindrical objects used for storing liquid
So obviously
the clock on my webserver
is really fucked up
by Janis of Toronto
Change? What change? Non-sense!
Those vicious Cossack knights fight
against civil rights
by R. of PT
J. flew and came back
Flew again, but once too much -
I. never returned
by R. of PT
is it just my clock
or chronosynclastic vibe
titan's sirens sound
by ash (with a nod to kurt vonnegut)
And I trusted you.
I woke up, you lied, I fell.
I wish I were fog.
by anna
Yet another day alone
I listen to all thoughts
Isolation
by peter searle the younger of Were it rains
thinking about stains
in fabrics on floors on teeth
not on matresses
by mellie
Le bon ha
by d' Abrigeon J. Louis of France
Le bon ha
by d' Abrigeon J. Louis of France
Le bon ha
by d' Abrigeon J. Louis of France
Eden menuchato
bein shaar tzaddikei olam -
Kol tuv, Ilan...
by R. of PT
Bruises on my breasts
People will think you beat me
Oh, what they don't know
by sweetbetty of Cali
Squirming and mewling
The kitten fights against me
I chew on its head
by Chris
it seems that time flies
or i write in a worm hole
back to the future
by ash
amidst confusion
in the black heart of despair
see the funny side
by ash
where there was once some
a little nothing came back
emptying something
.
now theres even less
spaces where nothing once was
dancing in the void
by [sic]soma
The Orient food
spices to make me forget
I want to forget
forget
by anna
she lay gutted there
the flesh covered in semen
remains left to rot
by alina of nyc
she lay gutted there
the flesh covered in semen
remains left to rot
by alina of nyc
this morning my boss
laid down and told me his dream
was that my review?
by scotch of must be casual friday...
With measurements 5-
7-5, hope Miss Haiku
wins for her talent
by onjaysun (tiny tiara tina)
With measurements 5-
7-5, hope Miss Haiku
wins for her talent.
by onjaysun (tiny tiara tina)
In piles of grey snow
and parking lot paperwork
I lost the real me
by Betty LeBomb
In piles of paper
and parking lot snow, I lost
the organized me
by Betty LeBomb
In piles of paper
and parking lot snow, I lost
the organized me
by Betty LeBomb
unable to post
that was then (much earlier)
shall try again
by anybody home?
beauty heart and soul
pathways through the fields of life
green stain still remains?
by time for floor redo are you
beauty heart and soul
pathways through the fields of life
green stain still remains?
by time for florr redo are you
beauty, heart and soul
pathways through the fields of life
that will lead you home
by but won't remove green stain unfortunately
beauty, heart and soul
pathways through the fields of life
that will lead you home
by bur won't remove green stain unfortunately
beauty, heart and soul
pathways through the fields of life
that will lead you home
by bur won't remove green stain unfortunately
scotch..I would simply
try and scrape it off the floor
i've had luck with that
by k
things shake out, and they
eventually become
less puzzling...'cept Bush!
by k
bush is human too
just as scared as the rest of
us, and not thinking
by k
When in doubt, I say
Load up the planes with more bombs,
Make my daddy proud
by Ray of Garner
thanks for the advice
but the green stain is still there
were you ironic?
by scotch
write to please yourself
not just to fill in the blanks
with more emptiness
by ash
what's this peotry ?
stimulating new concept
my peony rose
by ash
car ran out of oil
stopped at the QUICK LUBE and they
ordered more from Bush
by k
i've tried everything
except looking at my toes
ah!!!! THERE I AM!
by k
ambiguity?
all poetry should have it
a necessity!
by one man's treasure and all that
people think haiku
designed to satisfy them
they are very wrong
thus the peotry
analyzed subjectively
is ambiguous
by [sic]soma
friend spent a lotto
dollar and won same, she's now
my new consultant
by onjaysun (got to be better than my 401k)
Upside down bottle
hovers heavy overhead
to pull me back down
by Betty LeBomb
I knew it was you
when skies went blue
and my flowers grew
by Betty LeBomb
I knew it was you
when my sky teemed brilliant blue
and the flowers grew
by Betty LeBomb
Bustling hilled broadway
interupted by dump-truck
full of bowling balls
by Betty LeBomb
