In six and half years
One thousand seven hundred
Mox, Moxie produced

Add Mox and Moxie
And what have you got unsung
The pretender

Face to face with God
I

Well too be honest
I

Buckle under the weight
Criticisms little weak
I must try harder

the haiku poet
counting upon recounting
his seventeen's worth

you project too much
neither arrogant or hurt
craving amusement

got nothing to say
let me fill your monitor
with irritation

the s-bend of life
clogged with trivial bullshit
go on, take the plunge !

never said i'd leave
hoped you'd start your own website
logoff and blog on

i'm not critical
you're not endlessly waffling
pigs fly like eagles

Daily maintenance of self
so boring and repeditive
No improvements just maintaining

I am unsure what haiku even is
word combinations
like odd patterns in a marble statue

She is beautiful
the girl at the video shop
could be a marketing ploy
I am renting movies i don't want

One with no heart ( me )
Has everything he wish
and all that he desire

One with no heart ( me )
Has everything he wish
and all that he disire

toast and vegemite
when I'm up I'm really up
and then I go down

on this sabbath day
i smear myself with cat shit
as i always do

actually, these guys are
right about me not having a life
and gathering PVC anchors

Dancing waving grass
A mistake to wave at me
Too shy to wave back

I want to see a
different side of the vetrerans
here, then I will abdicate

all social speheres have
a little give and take, and
some take more, and give

less

they have to defend their
turf, but it is not mine, or theirs
like those endless gang wars

fought over drugs and cracked pavements, and styles, you nigga,
you style smells pretentious, dull
and liberal

there's no soapbox here
just endless opinions on what poetry
fits and what doesn't
but if people want to worship dead
Bushido poets, that's fine...

I'll do my thing anyways...

that ash guy
wouldn't bitch so much
and be so critical if
it didn't get under his skin
a bit...

shows interior character...
kind of, angry, not sure if
arrogant or hurt or what...

Thought you were leaving?
So just couldn

online catharsis
endless odious bullshit
grandma has a cock

No name smears poet
Then runs, hides under the stairs
What will they all think?

The plain truth
In this world. Only as good
As your last Haiku

Stand up be a man
Claim that Haiku for yourself
Or are you too scared

Outpourings not great
But self-expression rules here
You should try sometime
(Dedicated to no name)

I see another
No name expressed opinion
Chicken shit online

I can

Got one and name too
You too chicken shit for yours?
Get a life yourself

Tells west to be friends
So Bush is clever and great
Pisses them all off

William Nippress get a
fucking life! Seriously, get
a fucking life now!

Blue sky and green earth
Favorite places and colors
That

The Newspapers act
As they were first to think that
Well how about that?

I

W.M.D. Now stands
Weapons of Mass Deception
Well how about that?

Blair

Carpet burns on knees
Got them looking for loose change
Have to move fast here

Good morning mellie
Nice that your up, have some tea
Some toast to follow?

Cracks and crevices
Unmistakable life signs
In life

get off your soap-box
or do it in badhaiku
express ideas

Put out in my name
I don

Just who holds the key?
Life

Beyond having joke
What

I usually "don't make sense"
which is a perception of course
because I'm upset at some of the
angry types of commentary that
have gone on here and you guys showed up and started writing things that aren't about putting other people down...

I will deny him
Demand paternity test
Monkeys? It could be