she's been invited
the brown haired ungainly girl
wears an ugly dress
by mount madonna mama
far worse than squalor
intellectual pallor
wears an ugly dress
by mount madonna mama
next marketing coup
dark brown toffee swirled on sticks
sold as lollyplops
by ash
Chant begins to rise
murmor turns into a roar
Feed us the fetus!
by Betty LeBomb
Frozen internet
circa two-thousand and three
some new 'other stuff'?
by Betty LeBomb
Lawrence Welk angels
sing in tight sequined dresses
grandpa filled a sock
by Betty LeBomb
Seven hundred cats
trained in the lethal black arts
deliver justice
by Betty LeBomb
The butt-plug lethal
220 Volts done
stirred his insides up
by Betty LeBomb
sick vomit haiku
don't want you to keep that up
rather keep it down
by ash
human drainage tubes
provide exit avenues
for body fluids
by mount madonna mama
spinning like marbles
fluttering like insect wings
an itchy glass eye
by mount madonna mama
rusted tumbled trash
see squallor running downhill
a law of nature
by mount madonna mama
bad like morning breath
like gangrene like abcess like
pseudomonas phlegm
by mount madonna mama
Norton and Card leave
this sinking ship, no worries
lame ducks still can float
by onjaysun of frogtown ca
drunken vomit prose
is a step in the right dir-
ection. keep it up
by Anonymous Poet
Young woman last night
36inch inside leg
Her height made her shy
*
So happy to dance
I could see she was lonely
I got her to smile
*
Told her, close your eyes
Just let the music take you
She danced and had fun
*
Sad look gone she shined
The best lure towards men.
by William Nippress
Above the traffic
Drifts sweet melodic bird song
For my ears only
by Found my words again
Searching dark corners
I try to make the words dance
But they won
by Lost for words
Little worried but
Is that bad enough Janis?
We try to please you
by Dirty old man
Try this chat up line
Do you have English in you? (No)
Great would you like some?
(Substitute your own nationality)
by Dirty old man
my drunken vomit
remains on the bedroom floor
till you clean it up
by defimo of greensboro,nc
confused Dan Quayle goes
Cheney hunting, bags Secret
Service man instead
by onjaysun of frogtown
Why pay for dog food?
Just let him scavenge behind
abortion clinics.
by can do
The haiku 'round here
Has been way too good lately
Bring quality down
by Janis
A co-worker slumps
his stack of letter useless
PC Load A4
by Betty LeBomb
He sits at our side
Eternally awaiting
Time passing him by
by william Nippress
Take comfort from life
We
by William Nippress
a side of human
looks quite like a side of beef
except for the arm
by mount madonna mama
ephemeral light
flickering behind his eyes
soon it will be gone
by mount madonna mama
small vee pressed in mud
a faint arrangement of leaves
it leads to water
by mount madonna mama
pink earthworms pushing
up between the roots and dirt
blind straining toward light
by mount madonna mama
Danced with my lady
Awkward at first but felt my
Rhythm returning
by William Nippress
At Salsa last night
I was so stiff, not rhythmic
Not danced for two weeks
by William Nippress
Searching surroundings
A house for Fabulosa
Last piece of jigsaw?
by MMM
A space to live in
Uncompromised promises
A place to renew
by MMM
To dream of living
A view to inspiration
This new sanctuary
by MMM
All hail to great Ash
As ever straight to the point
How do you do it?
by Ash fan club
apostasy now
hanafi is hanafi
don't hound that afghan
by ash
it's off the planet
suddenly the sun gets mooned
totally eclipsed
by ash
Pretty nifty site,
of the truly cringeworthy.
Worst. Haiku. Evar!
by Sharpie of DC
Angry co-worker:
he asks "PC Load Letter?
the fsck does that mean?!"
In my cubicle,
most precious thing in my life.
Shiny red stapler...
From my old office,
I could look outside and see
merry squirrels at play.
by Milton Waddams of Storage B
I.T. dark ages,
trying to write a DOS batch file.
Abort, retry, fail...
by Sharpie of DC
While using Windows
I tried to change the font size.
The system has crashed.
by Sharpie of DC
In sov'iet Russia
Really bad haiku writes you!
Sorry about that! :P
by Sharpie of DC
'twas cynicism
or rampant drug ingestion
no further haiku
by Lush
Return to childhood
and jab with your yellow straws
the juice box cometh
by Betty LeBomb
Drowning twenty feet
from shore; Nixon throws me just
fifteen-foot of rope.
by Crimson Mind of Pheonix, AZ
Til work do us part.
When my death was predicted
He broke the contract
by fabulosa phoenix fire
life is like the luge
you get to go downhill fast
and then it's finished
by ash