Crumbling mountain top
chunks down into the river
to form the beach sand
by Betty LeBomb
Such an arc of blue
went streaking across my sky
moment I met you
by Betty LeBomb
Quick trip to Venus
left me tired, hungry and broke
amongst sulfur dunes
by Betty LeBomb
fuck off all moxie-like individuals!
by Anonymous Poet
Existentialist
Shivers before the abyss
Why not see what's there?
by sexually frustrated
If I scratched a beat
It might scream: phitcha phitcha
Drop kick my hopscotch.
by Frank Grimes
Ode to my haikus:
My haikus rock this planet.
I enjoy haikus.
by Frank Grimes- no applause necessary
Digital girls spike
A volleyball at my heart.
I am here Tina.
by Frank Grimes
So many haikus--
Insanity! Must take break.
Eyes sink into head.
by Frank Grimes
Why apostrophe?
I think it's past my bedtime
Excuse my grammar.
by sexually frustrated
In the end, dear via
The monkey's shall triumph
I can't match his crap.
by sexually frustrated
Army of monkeys
Shall triumph over man with
Missing lower rib
by A Student of A carnivorous sheep endulging in penetration with a vegetarian lion
This is amusing
Two prolific 'poets' both
One of whom is rude
by A Student of Army of monkeys versus impotent
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
