Annue' Nouveau
Think I'll study French this year
Just made that shit up
by Lush
The powdered goodies
Spending money underground
Fun and dangerous.
by Anonymous Poet
Phencyclidine dreams
Smoking the dust of angels
Then ... police restraints
by Lush
Yellow is the box
Lying empty on the floor-
Red ribbon about.
by Ken
forty-four point two
it's our new year's day record
just how hot is that ?
by ash
The four words I long
to hear, although he's gone now:
"Fetch, my oboe, son."
by Chowderhead
Eight Six Seven Five
Three O Ni-eee-ine (repeat)
That's Jenny's number
by Lush
A vow to bludgeon
All advancing curmudgeon
Pardon my dudgeon
by Lush
forty three degrees
the christmas tree is wilting
summer down under
by ash
A happy new year?
Hope its better than the last
Each year just gets worse
*
Each year I just hope
Please let it change for the best
I can
by Anonymous Poet
Small gusts of light snow
False angels float on the winds
Idly drifting
by William Nippress
Snow falls upon branch
Pleasant walk through the forrest
Living off the grid
by Janis
Welcome Welsh poet.
Echo on. Show us again
He who seeks rest finds boredom.
by Brady of Toronto
Grotesque reverie
Reverant grotesquerie
No solace, I flee
by Lush
Call the mortician
My blood alcohol content
Approaching fatal
by Lush
Perpetual frauds:
Laissez-faire economy
And the virgin birth
by Lush
my awesome future
good-bye two thousand and
five
hello the next day
by ash
Your new year comes soon
My Julian Calender
Doth beg to differ
by Lush
The sea rushes in,
rises, takes a bite and chokes
on his syllable.
by Marchawc of Ynys Y Kedyrn
Good-bye holidays
Eleven months of freedom
Damn I hate egg nog
by Stephan of Tempe, AZ
he who cuts himself
while shaving without lather
is a bloody fool
by -danny- of Rutgers
The echo returns.
"Here I am, you sent for me",
returns the echo.
by Marchawc of Ynys Y Kedyrn
Bats in a church yard
sing of blindness to the night.
Who knows our vision?
by Marchawc of Ynys Y Kedyrn
viagra for surf
just something to make it swell
and we'll get all wet
by ash
A timeless oak gazes
calmly from its being as
the World grows younger.
by Marchawc of Ynys Y Kedyrn
What a gay Christmas!
a belly full of turkey,
bowel filled with seed.
by Pokeaman of Sodom
the christmass season
a time of love and tollerance
brings out hidden hate
by Anonymous Poet
this internet website
it rules a lot of ass
spank my bottom
by a.y.b. of CA
Want to know only thing that God laughs at?
Mankind, and thier plans for the futer
by Anonymous Poet
there's a bit of pig
bread and salads and then
icecreams made by mum
by mellie
a bucket of prawns
and a few dozen oysters
no turkey in sight
by mellie
stanta is a whore
his pimps are department stores
happy xmas all
by mellie
i have to wonder
what does god get for christmas ?
anything he wants
by ash
it's fucking hot here
and then there's bloody santa
make it go away
by ash
it's that time again
peace on earth, goodwill to men
i'd like to see that
by ash
The holiday I
celebrate? TOYOTATHON.
O Camry be praised!
by Chowderhead
What would Jesus eat
on X-mas? Carved ham? No. He
don't dig on the swine.
by Chowderhead
i love my beret
and i'm not in the army
though i have some gaul
by ash
A deal between friends
Know that I would do the same
for you if needed.
If I'm wearing a
beret and I haven't joined
the army, shoot me.
by Chowderhead
always remember
you are a huggable man.
what she wrote to me
by mister sir junior richolaissimola bodoramasan of NC
Switch to remote work
Trading worries for worries
Emotional wash
by mister sir junior richolaissimola bodoramasan of northern california
jon frum, santa claus
i got mine and you got yours
manna from heaven
by ash
If knowledge gives you
Small tools, I
by Larger than life
it's disappointing
the best quantum mechanics
have very small tools
by ash
Learning 'bout quanta
Lessons of the smallest type
Seem to mean the most
by Janis
Its not to get made
The point of entirety
Its nothing at all
by Janis
Curse of the season
The biting wind turns against
All humanity.
by Janis of Pretentiousville
Jolly man in red
With black patent leather boots
Sounds kinda gay, yes?
by Lush
Dear Janis, I wish
You have a lovely Christmas
And all of you too
by William Nippress
