chains of love that bind,
are the same chains that pull you,
one to the other.

life: quite frustrating
would like to wake in heaven
for i am in hell

fam' wants me to choose
between them and my true love
they don't want to lose...

But it makes a change
Which adds colour to the page
In quite a rude way

No, I was talking
Of your general haiku
If you'd call it that

Light dusting of snow
Wild birds call to each other
Sound of wilderness

Thanks so very much
Do you mean the one that spells
F U C K Y O U
Well at least the first letters

In english haiku
There are no proper strict rules
Hence AP's haiku

The rules of Haiku
Avoid adverbs and adjectives
Well that

For all your bad words
Unless you understand them
Could you be more wrong
Kindly don

Mania it is
But life without challenges
Is death to the soul

I try very hard
But my work seems to vex you
Is my Haiku poor

Some are too lucky
Talking of things such as sleep
I wish I could sleep

spring jumps up and lives
after a long night of sleep
boner in the morn

The stong believer
Fails to see his actions are
Not what he believes

the obsessed writer
not seeing his mania
fails to stop himself

Life

Men have penises
Unless you have just found it
Please leave it alone

1/Season

Its Sunday morning
I

#1 Stunner
likes to take it up the ass:
mmm penis penis.

The ideal form of
masturbation for me is
women giving head.

tumbled by big surf
bathers peeled down to my waist
sand in odd places

Midgets come for me
Whatever will I do now
Kill the little fucks

Blood sugar is low
Diabetic insistence
Tells me I must eat

Age gives us wisdom
Only wish I was sixteen
I

A bad idea
Do a charity event, awake
For thirty six hours

What is in a name
That some others should steal it
Maybe jealousy

Is this really ash
Or is it his imposter
Only he will know

Where did the day go
I just turned around it was gone
I

Came into this world
Born in Edo now Tokyo
Works of art his joy

Master of his art
The farmer of Katsushika
Prints so wonderful

You will know his work
The great wave or breaking wave
His name Hokusai

Here they come again
Where do they come from and go
Wheeling in the sky

Thousand rooks fly
I

Sounds so exciting
Explorer on the radio
He

Life

Masks hanging on wall
Hidden faces at a ball
Wish I knew them all

Polzeth is the spot
By the Camel estuary
Right by the wide mouth

Tried surfing last year
I loved the momentum
In Cornwall I went

My coffee

tumbled by big surf
white saline effervescence
sand in my bathers

Cars out of action
Where I go I have to walk
Is that what legs for

Grey sky hanging low
Gloomy clouds heavy with rain
Winds waiting to blow

All politicians
Will tell you what you wanted
But some time later

What is it I want?
I do not know wish I did
You

Tried some religion
I said show me a Christian
They can

Give me a bottle,
cup, glass, keg, pint, gallon jug...
just get me some beer

Good night, time for bed
Early rise, been up since six
So bed now, been fed

New life