a vortex of shite
natr'l disasters abound
mourn hillbilly death
by Lush
mighty lexicon
thesaurus superfluous
regurgitation
by Lush
recommendation:
review poesy du Lush.
nothing faux B Fo.
by Lush
carnivorous lust
hitting meat Thursdays a must
good chance I might bust
by Technokoi of Venice Beach
i love pie
by Jalisa Hockley
No one knows for sure
The depths of my true despair
As my migraine reigns
by Migraine Chick of MIchigan
young romance cut hard
harsh production schedule
some quality time
by Technokoi of Venice Beach
There's nothing lush
about a faker calling out
other fakers.
by Mean D.
bright eyes search my soul
licensed to lift or cast down
I am not afraid
by Technokoi of Venice Beach
did a thesaurus
develop consciousness and
throw up on itself?
by sf
i resume zipped lips
return to the taciturn
reticent and spent
by Lush
i feared redundance
forgive repeated "galore"
i submit to rye
by Lush
communicable
airborne horrors galore
some learned hatred
by Lush
foul loquacity
and lurid capacity
for hate crimes galore
by Lush
morbid crapulence
and drunken necromancy
ends in fucking corpse.
by Lush
um... per examplar:
mine scrotal effluvience
fosters jubilance
by Lush
all prior haiku
were most lame, most assur-ed
lyric up people!
by Lush
The self-endorsed check
written in amount of naught
most hilarious
by Lush
Searching for my name
Shows haiku five eighty one
I wrote here before
by Bryce Kujala of Mountain View, CA
A cold night indeed.
Bundled in flowery sheets
Still, it robs my sleep.
by Mean D. of SoCal
Plagiarized Non Haiku:
I thought I knew I knew it all,
But now I must confess,
The more I know I know I know,
I know I know the less.
by Anonymous Poet
just another day
another month of my life
then another year
by ash
opinions much like
damn wish I could fit assholes
alas too big to
by Technokoi of Venice Beach
I think it is strange
to cause people mental pain
with verse that is lame
by Gerald of Los Angeles
further and further
the spaces between strangers
lost beyond reason
by ash
to love a body
covered in biblical sores
lick the pain away
by sf
all roads opening
seeking to master my mind
damn chains required
by Technokoi of Venice Beach
Unattainable
Why monks rake zen garden sand
keeps mind from spinning
by Technokoi of Venice Beach
No more microwave
We just put the slow cooker
in pressure cooker
by Brady of Toronto
We enjoy our new
Tandem stationary bike
in just half the time
by Brady of Toronto
Wrote cheque to myself
For zero bucks, self-endorsed
Hate it when I do that
by Brady of Toronto
The flight to Trenton
from Kandahar still echoes
of bagpipes and tears
by Brady of Toronto
Dvorak kebyord keyboard
It take]s a\whilte to learn it
Butt i'ts mucf haster!
by Brady of Toronto
Missing cat poster
It's always so disturbing
Where _is that poster?
by Brady of Toronto
I'm writing lyrics
for a song I've never heard
it goes just like this.
by Brady of Toronto
expectations fall
when reality unfolds
as moment passes
by Technokoi of Venice Beach
Thai temptress calling
perfect rainy day outing
sweet sour yet spicy
by Technokoi of Venice Beach
Just time to admire
Wave of huge size and beauty
Just before it breaks
by William Nippress
That last haiku I
submitted was cut off. Oh
well, who really cares.
by stef willen of los angeles
Your white coffin, a
piece of cake slid off a party
plate. The Carnations
piping the last time
you
by stef willen of Los Angeles
I speed. As do you
But, alas I am faster
move the f*ck over
by Ballwheeler of USA
a middle class job
in the bush economy
prepare to be squeezed
by sf
Stichomancy twice
I've done this since before find
this box, no books yes
by intersting but generated no
girl reading real estate column
becomes flat
walks into a pillar
by Udayraj P J of Ahmedabad
a beginners mind
shit dog I got amnesia
meditate on this
by Technokoi of Venice Beach
spunky tsunami
smash the little boats to bits
Jap girls have no tits
by http:// of http://
Winston Smith-a-like
you can call me Josef K.
I shall die human
by chessbored of .
going insolvent
no thanks to the government
never own my mind
by chessbored of that would be telling
crestfallen faces
shuffling single-file in their
bovine slaughterhouse
by sf
a rolling tomb stone
poesy resurrected
lather up for verse
by Lush
