yup, that's were I hail
my mind is like ferral dog
often wag my tail

Venice beach, really?
Used to live on Ocean Park
In the late 90s

So brightly living
must not light the torch with her
my own flame dwindles

So I typed out "there,"
actually I typed "their."
I am embarrassed.

Restroom loitering
Debauched reconnoitering
Hey, Senator Craig!

longing for a girl
so consumed by sideways glance
hot sweet seduction

longing for coffee
blooming releases magic
oh sweet elixir

Struggling with the wind
Vunerable existence
Its life to preserve
*
Its weakening hold
Trying not to wave goodbye
One lonely brown leaf

it's nine years for me
and i'm still doing haiku
who would have thought it ?

sweet sweet sweet oh love
fantasies of love give feel
things I'll never have

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It has ups and downs
This roller coaster of life
But they equal out
*
Sometimes exciting
Its then we feel so alive
But often it's dull
*
So it is "our life"
It's the only one we have
Make the most of it!

It has ups and downs
This roller coaster of life
But they equal out
*
Sometimes exciting
Its then we feel so alive
But often it

Thanks Janis

Joy and emotions
So much wrapped up in Haikus
As years pass on by

Its been good

time to celebrate
be filled with jolly and cheer
Bad Haiku New Year

'leven years ago
Sat down and made this old site
I'm much wiser now.

treasure of priceless
first true sense of what is love
sure enough of mine

dispassionate love
sequestered for two decades
it was not always

very soon janis
eleven years of haiku
happy birthday girl

Too bitter, too old
Too fat, too unattractive
To ever find Love

Trolls, ugly creatures
Whilst I agree sentiments
I think your too soft
*
Lives under a bridge
And jumps out and eat children
Or billy goat gruff
*
Child and goat eater
You think he's as nice as that?
I somehow doubt it

Drowning in beer vat?
Leave an inebriated,
smiling corpse behind

tra la la la la
skipping through the sweet poems
came a nasty troll

yeah butt I'll give you
one million dollahs if you ...
if you..oh well hell

Aretha got hers
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Rodney don't get no

Dedicated to SAL

Soft Misty landscapes
Where our Mother Nature rains
Quietly unnoticed

The Goddess supreme
Between man and her seasons
Cloaked in dappled gold

Man in his city
Her soft offerings unseen
The gifts that are free

Then we are lucky
She's not taken for granted
By us who can see

congrats to bad math
forty thousand and going
why am i still up?

say no to the jokes
and all double standards too
thee goose and gander

Joyfully alone
A leaf frolicking in the wind
Hither and wither
*
Care I not for ties
Adrift on agile currents
Adventure beckons
*
Accept solitud
Welcome the lonly cold bed
What need I for love?
*
No warm soft embrace
I need no welcoming arms
The touch of sofr lips
*
Smell of a woman
Her sweetest breath on my face
Her ecstasy moans
*
Tightening embrace
Her whispering "I love you"
Who needs it? Not I
*

Tightening embrace
Her whispering

At ease in this world
The smooth oneness of it all
Life

today today yes
in resonance of thyne heart
a breath of fresh air

chances in the rain
falling to splinter roses
maybe music comes

I cave on this house
like a mouse cowering, dark
feel trepid darkness

Knit myself a thong
Slapdash haberdashery
Buttocks in the wind

Shifting our balance
Willingly we embrace
We have never met

Enthused by rhythm
Holding each other sensually
Connected we dance

Around our axis
Moving smoothly together
In a close embrace

Trusting innocence
Naive to our emotions
We

Much drag-queen glamor
Minions walking past the throngs
Boys town Halloween

morning fog
Hides autumn trees
Peek-a-boo

Alone in the dark.
Scared? Don't be. Nothing to fear.
It's just bad Haiku.

My senses heightened
The music drawing me back
As I stare outside

Partnered by the breeze
Weaving tangled soft shadows
Dancing gold brown Leaves

My gaze passes back
A room full of lush softness
Mellow Tango fruit

Such a place as this
Wondrous Tango mango
Rare moments in time

So smooth and juicy
Passionate Tango Mango
Dancing for a week

already been done
yet the formula dose work
for fame and fortune

if this wish i could
I would..so sweetly.. I would
darn reality

Coffee is my tool,
grinding gold is my job.
Way to get a life.

aliens came in
I had to ask you about
the anal probe there

I laid in my bed
I looked with hope to the stars
HEY, where is my roof???

a word and a blow
that one man can call one's own
under pressure of

butterflies as soft
elegant and silk wings fly
into clouded blue

dear dipshit mr. friend
who the hell wuz that? et vous?
thanks for fuckin me

i need a release
these things and hell upon me
more she says you laugh