I play with fire
and get burned with the passion
of thoughtless self-will

baby blues color
softly letting monday die
wild winds calling home

mr nippress's haiku
are thoughtful words and how
I see tact as truth

or perhaps it can be
I'll try to cut down on the
analysis...a bad habit

just think for a moment
that you are in my shoes
and that I am in yours

when I hear "oh that moxie
is flaming again, you damn
writing stinks" I would in

real life want to right hook
that person which is shocking
because the mindset

I see or despise in most
people is their unwillingness
to be brave to ACTUALLLY

SAY what is on their minds

there is a pitfall
when someone is known by their
how others see them

the people in my
real life are absorbed by their
work, is there time for

empathy when you
know that one moment is but
survival as king

Mohamed Ally
To fight Casius Clay
Who do you think wins?


(Non-competitive haiku)

A dull Liquid sky
Now summer has departed
Thoughts turn to autumn

(Non-competitive haiku)

Hi Yoshi that wave
Its awfully big don

The heavens are Blue
But It

Don

Hi Moxie, so what?
It is a long time no see
First Haiku a flame?

measure of distance
general prose used for time
it is the light-year

a lot of people here
express western competitiveness
which is the antithesis
of the spirit of haiku

Two weeks and give up
Can

Life goes in cycles
Sometimes get it sometimes not
Can

get naked sweaty
preform a writhing lap dance
costs extra to touch

dance with this love child
disciplined mind and street rat
arabesque, hitch kick

A dance we once shared
Now only a memory
Of a better time

far too much dancing
not enough jiggy jiggy
makes for dull haiku

Choreography
Keeps us on balance in life
That

Dancing Bachata
Contour hugging sexy moves
Good to be a man
*
Three lovely women
Clair, Patricia, and Lorna
I guess I

I am very bored
But that is my docile way
It is not my fault

hole in the heavens
unknown and yet more unkown
taken seriously

Repository
What deep thoughts run through my head
Time to Cogitate

Loyal to the end
We may be small in numbers
But, we

Rejoice be happy
The great influencer

Had a good nights rest
Still nodding off at my desk
Why fight it? Nap Time.

goods and fill the bill
to ripen and culminate
done for sped, wrought out

well whaddya know ?
i was just here all the time
but my brain wasn't

welcome back from some
hiatus she has returned
for words to flow forth

the more things change time
law of Medes and Persians
we remain insane

So full of myself
I will criticize others
I

Ill met by moonlight
Went to all female drama
Midsummer nights dream

Need some company?
Do you want your Nilly rubbed?
Give you a good time!

I

summer's on the way
diurnal syncopation
go to bed you fool

i cleaned my keyboard
now words can flow easier
if i have any

i've seen a squonk's tears
your syntax brings me undone
waiting for that taste

google is your friend
rubbernilly overclocks
and he likes folding

stop and make pause here
so what's a rubbernilly??
take time to wonder

So full of myself
"How happy do I make her?"
I'll write crap haiku.

changing leaves fallen
colors of death challenge to
visions of re-birth

i remember fights
conflicts, arguments but as
things go, words can clog

Wraps arms around me
Beauty that is Jimila
Smiling teasing me
*
Talk to her softly
Tell her I

hot dogs rock
chicken fingers too
cheese cheese cheese

Ineffable sight
With an "F"-able crevice
Laughable haiku

put your hands down there
go ahead grab on it
and say.. SUPERSTAR!!!!

I Drove across country
Landed in Cali and can't
find someone to hold

west los angeles
is just as lonely as a
quiet suicide