Who can't write haiku?
Its' easier than writing
Really long poems
by brian elkey of South Korea
Don't grow up too fast.
Someday you will have to pay
someone to bathe you.
by Frenchy
A teaspoon of cream
is a much better deal than
licking a dead fish.
by Frenchy
I'm lightening up.
Trying not to be sober.
Hooray! It's working!
by Frenchy
I have lost my "S"
This one simple change means that
now I'm just inane.
by Frenchy
Mimi in new york,
Great writer, excellent blog!
Just finished August...
by Frenchy
Better to be a
Smart ass rather than a dumb
ass, so says mother.
by UnclRons of Austin, TX
Prior two haiku
Are not those of the maestro
You are an asshole
by Maestro of Manhattan
I worship the Viet Cong
because they tortured
soldiers
Real good-like!
by Maestro of Manhattan
I am a communist,
Pinko, Lefty spy...
All of you will
surely die
by Maestro of Manhattan
Snow finds blue full spring.
Summer flusters huge arrows.
Spring clashes a hand.
by ZABADOOEY of Hell
Snow finds blue full spring.
Summer flusters huge arrows.
Spring clashes a hand.
by ZABADOOEY of Hell
Folded shit stained sheets
Into putrid Rorschach Test
Saw bottle of booze
by Maestro of Manhattan
Awoke this morning
To delirium tremens
Shat myself and wept
by Maestro of Manhattan
Capitalism
Inevitability
Cannibalism
by The Time Keeper of Everywhere
Googled for Haiku
Stumbled onto a porn site
not much poetry
by Mr. Wonderful of WA
Counting grains of sand
should take up most of my day
I could use some help
by Mr. Wonderful of Earth
Wal-mart sex oil sales
Up during "sex holidays."
Cheap lube for my menz!
by UnclRons of Atown
It say's,"Bad Haiku"
Can't all be as good as you.
Excuse my mistake
by Some Bum of Gig Harbor WA
"er" is seventh. Bah!
Counting can be hard without
Seven lil' fing"er"s.
by Count Haikula of Austin, TX
Riding for Jesus
Twist the throttle wide open
and say all your prayers
by Scott Heffernan of Gig Harbor WA
Headless fish laying
stinking on the sun drenched pier
Didn't make it home
by Scott Heffernan of Gig Harbor WA
Counting syllables
One, two, three, four, five, seven
What happened to six?
by Scott Heffernan of Gig Harbor WA
Why cross the wide road?
To get to the other side...
Watch out for bird flew.
by UnclRons of Austin, TX
The pterodactyl
is past like the rest and all ~
it's not poetic.
by Metric Dinosaur
The double dactyl,
Like "gastrointestinal"
Is most poetic
by Maestro of Manhattan
a clever arsehole
delivering smart humour
must be a wisecrack
by ash
All the way down here
She smells like soaked garbage
Personal hygeine
by Rapunzel
Bored with your body?
Await metempsychosis
Might return a slug
by Maestro of Manhattan
TRIBUTE:
The crack of the bat
Also, the crack of my ass
I hate baseball games
by Maestro of Manhattan
Yikes! Synaesthesia
Didn't even drop today
Maniac flashback
by Maestro of Manhattan
rollerskating rink
national developer
black liberace
by joseph of delacunize@hotmail.com
as one might expect
puppetry of the penis
hails from down under
by ash
the english can spell
as well as australians
but not those yankees
by ash
turning japanese
think i'm turning japanese
i really think so
by ash (having an attack of the vapours himself)
Turning Japanese
Sweaty palm between my knees
The Vapors, not Squeeze
by Maestro of Manhattan
.|.
by Puppy Tree of The Pines
Only worthwhile show:
Puppetry of the Penis
Grab it if you can
by Maestro of Manhattan
Lack of grey and/or
Subject matter has left me
Grasping for straws, here.
by Liza Lot of Ohio
Emotionally
Inept, and the results are
Broadway-themed haikus?
by Liza Lot of Ohio
CABARET: Where life,
Along with Adam Pascal's
Ass, is beautiful.
by Liza Lot of Ohio
RENT: Where one can see
Fighting lesbians become
Stellar thespians.
by Liza Lot of Ohio
if Jesus married
wife nags "get a job" maybe
cross was sweet relief
by onjaysun of frogtown thx scott dunn
so much food she just
couldn't stop but that's okay
little muffin top
by onjaysun of frogtown
Unleash the hashish
One way flight to TVLand
Why leave the bedroom?
by Maestro of Manhattan
you know the form ash
spinach and olive oil
fight to the finish
by mellie
popeye knew the count
dominant with his beatings
iamb what iamb
by ash
like eating oysters
sliding over tongue down throat
salty sexy smooth
by mellie
