as we put away
the soap box, I leave for you
good sake, drink

ego is the judas
of the writer's world, take off
you need to let folks

be themselves, THEN
they will follow the idea
of 5-7-5 out of respect
not resentment

remember how the pharisees
followed the laws to the letter
according to the Gospels but
Jesus believed in a way less exacting which people's wills
were directed to that way

think of it that way and you
might have your haikus as you desire, God bless you

which was a private
joy for me once, limited
in scope but, ego

they all have their views
but take the fun out of the
work of writing, sigh

one tries to write lays
about vampires, and yet
another, old boston

a creative class
of writers is replete with
immature faulkners

the critique made me
literally feel like the
end of my life, so

we have western views
egos, driven by goals, I'm one
forgetting the zen

in their desire
to embrace the well known and
tried and true, they balk

I tend to think though
that already depressed those
creative people cry

I'm sorry to hear
about your family pet
peaceful rest to him

Our dog is dying
Weak and bearly opens eyes
Goodby old Toto

bitter haikus
plague the page
mundane in genre

haiku 101
if you note the syllabus
note the syllables

as spring doth descend
coiled potential energy
dreams of kinesis

note facility
with which i facilely note
the ease of haiku

hirsute brutes cahoot
shoot a flute in my poop chute
i miss rockne, knute

else irrelevant
perhaps ripe 4 your journal
but leave me alone

The former ascribes
to the titular format
seven five seven

your verbosity
and logorrhea belongs
elsewhere. see? easy.

we needn't filters.
just respect for all users
bad haiku have form

Crap in a basket!
Loquacious ass harasses.
Debate a morass.

Useless, useless
the heavy rain
Driving into the sea

art verus maths
the poems
lost every time

whats three
short lines
between friends?

wisdom whispers
in the
old man's eye

my mistakes
the past
untied

rain drops splash river
in a furious salute
to turbulent skies

a tower of ice
in dry arid land, becomes
a crystal palace

silly disciples -
seeing patterns in the sand
as words carved in stone

canals murky depths
concealed by tinted glass-
flowin in the breeze

the canals water
shivers against night sky - city comes alive

the city shivers
in the canals dark water -
which one is for me

babies make so much
ridiculously more sense
than college let's go.

let's ride the wave of
indigestion until we
fall on the floor dead.

i really love you
i really hate convention
let's marry and go.

I'm hogging the soap
box, I need to get down right now
many apologies all

our generation
found meaning in media
our mythology

we'll send some plows up
just send more tim hortons down
here if you would please

I honestly want
to move to canada well
because of real good beer

Middle of March and
the collected snow
still up to the knees

though i'm pretty flex
about the syllable count
generally

ya sorry black sheep
but if the free verse gets too long
it will get removed

haiku is meant to
distill something but some things
need to be shown, not

i wonder how you
people would handle things if
you went on faith, as

consider real life
though, people live in present
tense, can't see future

we are short sighted all of us

it's really also
quite simple, people like to hog
the god damn soap box

in the end the word
comes down to the site mistress
and she decides, drat

dusty cannon balls
lay in the fields of time-
old man's open eyes

Tormented dogs bark
Spoiling our tranquillity
Should we neuter them?