Living in Paris
is a sine qua non of
Loving in Paris

Extracting movement
Taking the beauty from music
Turned into magic

follower I see
not so much a leader be
get out of the way

Haiku sucks....

Site for bad haiku
Is not for your rants, nimrod
Don't kill my buzz please.

we need more ammo
the heathens advance closer
fix bayonets, men!

tickle me elmo
right here inside my zipper
I would bone Oprah

my wet love carrot
your jiggling bags of milk
it's like an earthquake

those chinese lanterns,
dangling on the cities' streets,
light up the cold nights.

if its not about..
then you can finish this no doubt
your wisdom ..odium..

u can't touch this ..uh
jump up and down really
fast
it.. like you know me

my pants are falling
and I am smoking black tar
Long's Peak here I come!!

suck joy love toy gift
bad haiku and poetic
gimme a fantasy

I'll throw a snowball
the sunny delight of day
this brings me cheer

anger and pleasure
my worst enemy within
to peace..hold control

Head up my own arse
Confounded ego

Shared sexual desire
Life is many things but dull
Without her too long
*
Excitement intrigue
Talk and glances, but turned down
Coffee with an ex

be in the wrong box?
the saddle's on the wrong horse?
cutting one's own throat

Pluto of Underworld
must have been really pissed off
when they took his rock

If Phlegethon iced
then the abode of the dead
would require skates

deleting bookmarks,
i rediscovered this page.
i am whole again.

Caught up we all flow
Cobwebs of consensus billow
We all catch the wind

my last poem stank
of possible bigotry.
phobic i am not.

Alexander reigned,
in a time before NAMBLA.
Homosexual?

the pickle mocks me,
alone in the jar, it jeers...
ninja cucumber.

beetles in the wind,
like a hail of frozen rain.
insect projectiles.

Oh it is so true
You are not anonymous
Lots of stuff is logged

I guess he

I can think of worse
late for work, still on line pounds
on the keys for luck

kaleidoscopic
strobes lighted in optic nerve
close the eyes to deal

Bulmaca Sozlugu

hail zabadooey
fifteen electrons of fame
till she pulls the plug

went to the doctor
my head hurt, so he x-rayed
he found nothing

the stalker, for real
or on line, seeks in others
that void in the self

the "rules" exist in
zen buddhism as flows for
social riverbeds

I enjoyed all of it

french onion soup call
of the mid morning to brunch
customs r relative

Hangs Slim and curly
Castigated for my dick
You like cheese on top

i feel for the men with peyronies
who are hung like bizarre macaronies
that some rules must be bent
one can only lament
but we're glad that it's theirs, not our ownies

srtrike with glancing blow
done within the sidereal year
it is of iron

Liquid blossom sings.
The vampires scold poverty.
The fortresses wake.

Drive down any road and you

love of familiar
storge', a crawling chaos
what we all know of

there's a sense of this
desire for what we knew
but will never be

welcome back moxie
syntactical travesty
but keep on plugging

just glad to see you
back and let the waves flush full
with visions of flow

(good to see u back)

annoying the masses
lets a mirrors reflection glow
ass in lion's skin

Cartilage exposed
Rhinoplasty forthcoming
Caveat Canis!

Not that I blame you
Some of your verse annoyed some
So why change your name?

last month, lawn I mowed
a bee did fly up my shirt
would ya know? it stung

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