No money for whores
Make do with cocoa butter
wetnaps, blowup doll.
by sexually frustrated
has the ash burnt out
hot coals, now dying embers
here's my garden hose.
by sexually frustrated
Do you smell my wrath
Dropping lyrical feces
On lily white minds?
by sexually frustrated
I am the greatest
Worst poet to grace this site
genuflect, ash.
by sexually frustrated
haters criticize
lacking the artistic roar
they manage whispers.
by sexually frustrated
Alone, so alone
How shall the night be passed?
With porn and tear drops.
by sexually frustrated
it isn't a wonder "they" hate us -
should iraqis cry "liberate us!"
when we were the ones
who gave saddam guns?
our hubris is truly outrageous
by scotch
Dammit! little gnome
Wake Up!...Billy charge up the
paddles to seven!
by onjaysun (oops...just napping)
so bush went ahead and made war
although his excuses were poor
the weapon he found
is under the ground
a climate destructor, for sure
by scotch
there once was a guy, name of scott
who posted joku here a lot
and a sonnet or two
when he sniffed some glue
but limericks, no he did not
by scotch
STOP THE WAR, NOW!!
Pull out the soldiers b4 they day,
War is wrong, killing is bad...
by Richard Larson of Springfield, IL
soldiers need to give up and go..
let saddam be,
war is bad, dont kill
by Richard Larson of Springfield, IL
we need to get out of baghdad,
dubya is wrong...get us out,
war is bad
by Richard Larson of Springfield, IL
got to get cracking
i'm getting kart race fever
time to kick kart ass!!!
by tiger of vegas
i call him my mook
he has the best pinchy cheeks
one more day to go!
by tiger of vegas
what is up frank grimes?
i had to make fun of you
but i forgot why?!?!
by tiger of vegas
Ridiculous noise
Sound of snoring from next room
Soft melody sneers
by William Nippress
Technicality
Over engineered machines
Constantly breakdown
by William Nippress
You cannot be blue
When you Haiku hot baked beans
I write what I see
by William Nippress
There once was a man named Nippress
Who went around town in a dress
But when he felt blue
He would write haiku
And it looked like a terrible mess
by A Student of Actually, womens' clothing is extremely comfortable
if i could be Buk
i would be the happiest
haiku-er of all
by sexually frustrated
God damn it, Jeremy...
when are you going to stop bitching
and write poetry?
by Mox
Blue rabid sick filth
Sad sexually frustrated
Excreting garbage
by Anonymous Poet
Shimmering ink bleeds
Quill pen scrapes across parchment
Shakespeare
by William Nippress
just realize that the
world was created with time
and seasons pass on
by Mox of this too shall pass b-s
Holding on too tight
My dark gaze soars to the clouds
My thoughts and hopes spent
by William Nippress
Succulent vision
Mouth watering Haut cosine
Hot baked beans on toast
by William Nippress
United as one
Springs last harmonious dance
Wind blown red brown reeds
by William Nippress
The last limerick
You
by William Nippress
There once was a poet names Ash
Who wrote with some panache
His insight was good with his words
And others he could trash.But now he just writes mush. (Is this really getting us anywhere?)
by William Nippress
i used to enjoy contribution
but now there's just haiku pollution
what used to be clever
it now seems may never
return to its past evolution
by ash
Meine Wurst mit senf und So
by A Student of Deutsch
There once was a young boy called Rick
Who had a twenty-three inch dick
He would pull it out
And wave it about
Till someone hit it with a brick
by A Student of Artificial insemination via the ear canal
i'll offer this last observation
regarding bulk haiku creation
those derailed trains of thought
would do well to abort
euthanasia deserves contemplation
by ash
a student has moved me to verse
on a site that was bad but now's worse
enough of this shit
just chill out for a bit
and instead of loquacious try terse
by ash
william's another offender
with quantity as his agenda
discrete contribution
would be a solution
instead : a perpetual bender
by ash
a wanker who writes as "frustrated"
is appallingly self over-rated
what he calls "extreme"
is the consciousness stream
from a dick that should be masturbated
by ash ("pull him off here soon")
mellie once wrote haiku daily
she turned out her poems gayly
but that was back when
grandma had a cock ( then)
some I'd beat with a shillelagh
by Mellie, I am only PART IRISH but don't ask what part :-)
bad haiku was once a good site
with occasional works of delight
but that was before
now the content is poor
as a few just post volumes of shite
by ash (rhyme AND reason)
There once was a man called AP
Who wrote haiku poetry
But it got rather lame
When it was all the same
He kept saying "Fuck off Moxie"
by A Student of Woah, a limerick that didn't feature family members
Do not go near it
It
by Anonymous Poet
If you want to know
what I'm about, go to
H69.net, I created it.
by sexually frustrated
your talent's colossal
and downright hostile
flowin like Christ when you speaks
the gospel.
by sexually frustrated
There once was a man called Bukowski
And of all the things that he loved he
Had his father in bed
Although he was dead
And all the decay he could see
by A Student of Ha ha, I can write a haiku about Bukowski, Larson fool
There once was a "poet" who'd write
Haiku that was rude and quite shite
He was insistent
Very persistent
And "did" his brother every night
by A Student of Sorry but alcohol has inhibited my abilities
On the beach couples
dry humping with sunburns, love's
both pleasure and pain.
by sexually frustrated
Years of chastity
A priest genuflects before
God's mammoth member.
by sexually frustrated
Aiming straight for the
devil's maw, eyes wide open
he floats in free fall.
by sexually frustrated
I take to extremes
What you could not even take
halfway.
by sexually frustrated
