Looks like William Nippress hasn't
brushed his teeth in years and
he also needs to bathe now and
then so he doesn't stink up the
haiku room....

Looks like William Nippress is the
same person hacking the name of
all kinds of people in here and
trying to make them look bad....
what a shame...you must be from
europe or something....

Looks like William Nippress should
go back to where he came from
and leave us respectable haiku
authors alone....

Looks like William Nippress has
been shagged like a cockroach...

"Don't con me Biff!!"

Marty McFly, Back to the Future
circa 1985

Looks like you were humiliated
Mr. Nippress

Snow finds blue full spring.
Summer flusters huge arrows.
Spring clashes a hand.

Helping me

it's about counting
seventeen is the number
again and again

Please write in my name
Since you want competition
You

Not mine but keep it up
With your help I

1) ash: 1626
2) William Nippress: 1401
3) Moxie: 1317

32129 note mine:

Snow finds blue full spring.
Summer flusters huge arrows.
Spring clashes a hand.

Wind blows words away
Thanks you guys that was such fun
Unheard I retire

I refuse to accept
Limits placed on me by others
Who

I understand myself
I just don

the truest understanding of reality
comes from undrstanding ones self
And how you relate to the world

Sorry for the delays
Phone line keeps dropping cutsoff May be all this rain

Never settle back
Why? Because where is the limit?
Must find out myself

........immortality comes
to those who are strong enough
..........to believe in it

Can

........being a mortal
is no reason to lose hope
.....and lack joy in life

I don

.....ah a classic angst*
but why not instead be just
...content with this life**
.
.
.........(* - maybe)
.
.
(** - embracing what life has
to offer and doing our best to
..make life rewarding to the
..to the best of our abilities)

Gift given to some!
Ability to convey
True essence of meaning

Will' will expanding, contracting
Dedicated to understanding through communication of ideas
The same problem again, reflections of self

.......you aint retired yet
but how come you do have time
.........to travel and fly

If you won

A cry for reason and immortality
smeared in paint for all to see
Yet no one hears or sees more than their own reflection

An abstracted view of the reality we live
Viewable in two dimensions, three
And in the fourth

Art is expansionist
As a means of expression
My will over yours

.........different values
make for different treatments
.....thus making art...lost
.
.
..(what is unappreciated may
..still be art - take zabadooey
............for example)

Art is society
Art is personal
Art is what anyone chooses it to be
Art is images for peoples walls mostly

.....what is art indeed
.it may be an expression
...of culture or thought
.
.
(regardless of the viewer,
...........at times)

Always up 5.30 (am)
Some responsibilities
And go to bed late

Innate taste for some
Is often correctly used
Instinct is just right

Thought SF and Mox
New Yorkers, US at least
How do you know this?

People do not care to understand
Desire is enough, for the masses
they don't know art but they know what they like

......you're up so early
or staying up quite too late
......what is the matter

weights make me feel good about myself
weights unlifed make me feel guilty
weights taunt me

Desire is not enough
To know why? One must have some
Understanding

.travelling, you say
sf is from zimbabwe
..mox not far away

Ronin the master
The magic of words used well
Makes me ill at ease

A paintings true value comes not from the artist
But from the viewer
Value comes with personal desire

.........tropical outpours
..with incessant winds blowing
........the venetian blinds
.
.
(as if of the cold november rain)

Soft rain shines the roads
Thoughts of travel haunt my mind
Leads my eye away

......rains pouring strongly
like the torrents* of deep pain
......of losing something**
.
.
..........(* - relentless)
.
.
.......(** - or...someone)

Karate kept me
Mobile, use Yoga instead
And less violent now

Don