Not so special
But he keeps on going for it
Respect his effort.
by sexually frustrated
Anyone can write
A bland and putrid Will-ism--
Carpet-stained to boot.
by sexually frustrated
Flowers blanketing soil
Sun ripe for harvesting seeds--
Avoid Will-isms.
by sexually frustrated
Curling will o wisps
Flashing towards the graying sky--
This is Will's style.
by sexually frustrated
Oily bar lizard
Explores noisily leering
Glance insults our eyes
by William Nippress
Paint with the mind's eye
This dirty website reaking
Of dreams deferred.
by sexually frustrated
Gaia is our home
For all earth conscious hippies
Drenched in our ti dye.
by sexually frustrated
Whispering soft sands
Deserts silent wondering
Henna
by William Nippress
Vocab increases
Yet I am still tangled
By my verbiage.
by sexually frustrated
I just don't get it
Words drift beyond dull mind
What's a Vorlage?
by sexually frustrated
Serene Vorlage waits
Her time in hiding soon past
Wicker Searchers found
by William Nippress
Smokey river glides
Earthy obscene eruptions
gaia spewing hot guts
by William Nippress
Anonymous
Who never was
And never shall be.
by sexually frustrated
Anonymous rant
Rails like drunken loony
Illiterate
by sexually frustrated
Beaten as a child?
Possibly that's the reason
Why he's desperate.
by sexually frustrated
Has been, gloats, lame flam
Dejected, rant endlessly
Fail pitifully
Sexually your a wast of space)
by Anonymous Poet
Back from yoga
His ego's affronted
He knows he can't write.
by sexually frustrated
Stretch, reach for the stars
free this godawful crap
Will's prehaiku thoughts.
by sexually frustrated
Downward dog
I lick my own nuts
My yoga's supreme.
by sexually frustrated
My haikus mean nothing
For I am pretensious Nippress
cravingin attention
by sexually frustrated
A challenge you want
A challenge you shall receive
Babbling yoga freak.
by sexually frustrated
Sexually, Wanting
You still need to prove yourself
Seen nothing good yet
.
Cant Waite forever
Last chance to show us
Wholly up to you
.
All complaints, no Haiku
Its up to you to show us
Bad tutors ignored
by William Nippress
Pretenders aren't real
They try to be what they're not
No praise for Nippress.
by sexually frustrated
Desert walk.
Lonely tire, stagnant rainfall...
Guinness Stout?
by Omar
Come here my darling
Worry not of your parents
You are my toy now
by A Student of Energie Bilanzen
Why such praise for Will?
At first you seem quite annoyed
Then you say he's bad
by A Student of Can you not read?
Clitorus in my button hole
You squeeze my knob and smile
Strange dream
by searle
Dreams of young love
Warm embrace
Waking, twas only a pillow
by searle of In a world of my creation
Yearn to paint
No inspiration
Paint everything
by searle
So much yoga
Yet so little awareness
The arch pretender.
by sexually frustrated
Poor prolific man
Words do not make the haiku
It's about feeling.
by sexually frustrated
the arts and writings
are inhabited by overly
competive relics...
of the yuppie 1980s...
which is why reality shows
are so damn popular
by Mox
gee! with any luck
Will's fingers stick to his prick
and he won't type more
by good yoga position for Will
Sorry lads can
by William Nippress
Mates got youres disease
What on earth is yours, sounds bad
Mines a pint what
by William Nippress
Monkeys were once free
But now they toil for Nippress
In his haiku mine
by A Student of If it's not monkeys, or another kind of animal, I'll be disappointed
Purim holiday
Festive, prizes, noisemakers
Costumes and the treats
by William Nippress, Happy for you Mox
Know what Janis said
Please don
by William Nippress
With encouragement
Could go on for lots of years
Best you ignore me
by William Nippress
Gee thanks lots you guys
It
by William Nippress
Over-worked monkeys
Rebel against their master
Well, it could happen
by A Student of Artificial insemination via the ear canal
endless blathering
feels like choking on plastic
bomb Nippress instead
by thunder stork
bush presents us with
brand new reality show
Petrol Survivor
by thunder stork
"Becky,Getaways
Travel?...That'll be myself, two
sons, many camels..."
by onjaysun (and can we make this happen in two days or so)
ash, stop being a critic
and let the poor man find out
for himself
by Mox
happy purim...
don't panic
by Mox
president george bush
it's the end of the known world
in a new abyss
by ash
you should get a job
ninety minutes of haiku
don't try a poet
by ash
hit the off button
but it just keeps on going
shut the fuck up, will
by ash
Doubt drifting high priest
Mountaintop proudly roaring
I
by William Nippress
