spinning still living
loving the sound that drives me
my god I'm happy
by good god.. SWEET
Turning on my axis
I
by William Nippress
My name is Kendell
I love to play the piano
its fun or enjoying
by Chris Divinity
wish I had a "neg-"
"gress" but beauty and taboo
over skin color
what whaT?
by Mox
The Negress Always
Called Him Natty Bumppo. found
When He Laughed.thank you
by 1*2*3*4*5 of e66f2
I can say in less
words, what I mean come out
and just say it all
by Moxie
I disagree with
clarity as too much "peace"
is akin to castration
in the male sense
of expression of male
emotions and nature
by Moxie
from one to know all
a second self greatest to least
no mince the matter
by Foxkit
lucid and concise
quaint pre-post modern concepts
or not. Whatever
by Brady of Toronto
mixing messages,
like drinks, blurs reality;
sober words clear sense.
by Clarity
overclock i must
more of a nerd than ever
je suis
by ash
reverse Turing test
jcaptcha gnirut routine
traps robot poets
by Brady of Toronto
Living in Paris
is a sine qua non of
Loving in Paris
by Brady of Toronto
Extracting movement
Taking the beauty from music
Turned into magic
by Dancing fool
follower I see
not so much a leader be
get out of the way
by inspire me I dare u
Haiku sucks....
by Captain Monterey Jack
Site for bad haiku
Is not for your rants, nimrod
Don't kill my buzz please.
by haiku fan
we need more ammo
the heathens advance closer
fix bayonets, men!
by bizzlesnach
tickle me elmo
right here inside my zipper
I would bone Oprah
by Bizzlesnach
my wet love carrot
your jiggling bags of milk
it's like an earthquake
by bizzlesnach
those chinese lanterns,
dangling on the cities' streets,
light up the cold nights.
by tri tran of usa
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
by fluffy feather hammer fall
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
by geeky gigue of middle aged boredom
anger and pleasure
my worst enemy within
to peace..hold control
by nomenclature
Head up my own arse
Confounded ego
by Lost and alone
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
by Life is never straightforward
be in the wrong box?
the saddle's on the wrong horse?
cutting one's own throat
by oopsey I see.. gigue
Pluto of Underworld
must have been really pissed off
when they took his rock
by gigue
If Phlegethon iced
then the abode of the dead
would require skates
by Anonymous Poet
deleting bookmarks,
i rediscovered this page.
i am whole again.
by orion of cincinnati
Caught up we all flow
Cobwebs of consensus billow
We all catch the wind
by William Nippress
my last poem stank
of possible bigotry.
phobic i am not.
by orion of cincinnati
Alexander reigned,
in a time before NAMBLA.
Homosexual?
by orion of cincinnnati
the pickle mocks me,
alone in the jar, it jeers...
ninja cucumber.
by orion of cincinnati
beetles in the wind,
like a hail of frozen rain.
insect projectiles.
by orion of cincinnati
Oh it is so true
You are not anonymous
Lots of stuff is logged
by Anonymous Poet
I guess he
by Anonymous Poet
I can think of worse
late for work, still on line pounds
on the keys for luck
by APC
kaleidoscopic
strobes lighted in optic nerve
close the eyes to deal
by gigue
Bulmaca Sozlugu
by h.kara of Bulmaca
hail zabadooey
fifteen electrons of fame
till she pulls the plug
by ash
went to the doctor
my head hurt, so he x-rayed
he found nothing
by bored here..et vous
the stalker, for real
or on line, seeks in others
that void in the self
by A Perfect Circle
the "rules" exist in
zen buddhism as flows for
social riverbeds
by Any Major Dude
I enjoyed all of it
french onion soup call
of the mid morning to brunch
customs r relative
by Mox/Any Major Dude
Hangs Slim and curly
Castigated for my dick
You like cheese on top
by Anonymous Poet
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
by ash
srtrike with glancing blow
done within the sidereal year
it is of iron
by causing side-spin
Liquid blossom sings.
The vampires scold poverty.
The fortresses wake.
by Super Haiku
Drive down any road and you
by Its not important
