This haiku painting
the internet, my kind of
old hat religion

A little sparrow told me
Another Iscariot bastard
Grinding down again

I'm quite fond of hats
I like red fuzzy ones that
I can hold on to

I too have been touched
by His noodly appendage
I'm a believer

surveying hands roam
shy her feline back arcs
a line of beauty

Ode to climate change
Those who deny you exist
Haven't been outside

secret joys unwrapped
jewels shudder from her skin
bliss her sapphire eyes

languid lips parting
roses, blushing, bloom on breasts
i kiss to inhale

sensuality
slowly mouthing silken skin
she gleams in moon shine

Anonymous poem
Please leave me out of it all
It's really creepy

Dear Betty Lebomb,
Flying Spaghetti Monsterism:
old hat religion.

My apologies to Janis. My
last comment... never intended to imitate haiku. Farewell.

Am I not human?
If you prick us do we not bleed?
Pray God, Bassanio
*
Pay attention here
Come to see me pay his debt,
And then I care not!
*
Pray listen to me
You prick us, do we not bleed?
Hasten to my side
*
If you poison us
Will we then not feign to die?
Tickle us we laugh?

am i not human ?
if you look deep in my heart
there's cholesterol

why dis attitude
cos we'd rather latitude
than a platitude

I

Dear Janis I love you
Well not you but what you do
Bad haiku

Marshlands misty cloak
Secrets glimpsed then gone again
Drifting changing hue

Dear Janis don

Have you been touched by
Flying Spaghetti Monster's
noodly appendage?

Thong pushed up and out
warm sausage squeezed from a tube
throbbing with trans fat

In modern design
sequins wrap her body in
a tight cylinder

laughing at the dead
someday I'll pay the price too
but for now, I laugh

rare disease is rare
but death is really common
fear doesn't change that

I hate bad haiku
Oh yes I do it is true
I hate bad haiku

Praise... to the men of
morals, caring, but endure
other... PROFILING!

By the way I

Of relationships
Most of us are self centred
Many weak, selfish
*
Married but alone
Just had a conversation
Wife badly let down
*
She thought she may die
Hereditary disease
Rare but a huge threat
*
She

The evening laughter
collapses like a balloon.
A raw nerve exposed.
><
Silence turns solid.
One word could split her atom.
I make some coffee.
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A hard stare obtrudes.
My apology stumbles.
I wear the coffee.

Everyone get down!
Don

Get out of my field!
You

behold tiny monkey
watch him swoop,watch him circle.
i am fond of sponges

Blancmange pleasure domes,
Soft-whipped ice cream minarets,
kiss tipped marshmallows.

acknowledge my sloth
feeble are my synapses
be horizontal

Damned in a knife flash
sending one soul to heaven,
the other to hell.

.. ..-. .. - -- ---

jet lag off shift work
my mind kind of wandering
subtle exhaustion

sitting in the night
beneath the autumnal sky
as dark as ever

when my brain don't work
it kind of makes me worry
excepting i can't

If you feed me sponge.
That would be nice, i got the
Funk its in a box.

Its fun using names
Disguise my identity
Mighty meaty mate

My wet mouth breaks free
Draws rings around her nipples
I tease her erect

She

My hand touches her
Shuddering with urgency
She softly murmurs

emo's like to cry
there so sad and want to die.
and wear eyeliner

Languid, nude skin screams
Joyfully undress secrets
Bare smooth breasts entice

The succession starts
Springs early awakening
White snowdrop carpet

Cherry blossoms fall
snow upon the sidewalk. my
love is for haiku

Marriage is much like
a basketball. Orange and
round, covered with bumps

Tree frogs signalling
mother fuckers cut me off
don't have right of way