slow pale sun rise,
terracotta tiles shine -
birds begin to sing
by elio of early, early morning...
wet path
running dog
disturbs the leaves
by waveydave of Ireland
Senile happiness
Our bad memories will fade
Age smoothes out the bumps
by Not exactly looking forward to it of But Hey Ho
as we keep going
many a snare leads a soul to
waste in the dust
by ssss
La Cumparsita
What city you ask. You should
Try and use Google
by That way lay all answers
we say cuss words
but how did they become\
I wonder so
by Kira Kira
The rain falls
the water puddles
and we slip...
by Anonymous Poet
an old pond
a frog jumps in
-the sound of water
by Kira Kira
a smile remembered
eager bright eyes reflecting
the moment we shared
by Technokoi of Venice Beach
exoneration
vintage prison toilet wine
intoxication
by Technokoi of Venice Beach
if we are having
fun doing this then well um
here's the chianti...
by bs of yes, he eats pizza with the chianti
Addiction to words
I know where you're coming from
Get my Haiku fix
by Nice one Vince
you know why I came
no one but myself to blame
this haiku is lame
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, AZ
counting syllables
the poet paints a landscape
with words as constraint
hopeless addictions
of dreamers compelled to write
no napkin is safe
by vince
ghosts of abbie hoff-
mann and barry goldwater
on firing line, ghost
of mr. William F. Buckley
residing over
the pigasus deal
by BS of and a monster truck
sat amongst daisys'
white feather clouds,
circle the sun
by elio of check this out, pls, youll buzz of it...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xJdxJ5llh5A
just too many nights
of being with, to now be
suddenly without
by vince
Cinco de Drinko
I piss in your direction
Frenchman double hump
by Technokoi of Venice Beach
so youtube kero-
uac, given to facial tics
and given sadness
by bs
tell me, is it me
or that bubbly that comforts
and unwraps your soul
i can match that thirst
but mine is for human touch
baby gimme some
by vince
Word picture painted
Transported, you took me there
with your description
by another nice one Elio
i have caught a glimpse
what my life is to become
in your loneliness
by vince
token resistance
to the powers of hell and
puppets march onward...
by bs
Cheese is good for heart
But sometimes it makes me fart
Will eat anyway
by Shirley Smothers
love's flickering flame
fire overwhelms great passion
only to burn out
by Heidebee
but still on our roads
the blue haired lady swerves, she's
just 20 on a cell...
by bs
what is innovation
sometimes to see something old
through all new eyes...
by bs
ah, don't get too wild
about the future because
the "past" can be too...
back to nature, to
the country, to see that which
once was to right now
by bs
lighter than the wind,
conffeti covers the bride -
rose red cherry leaves
by elio
electronic rage
silica with metal trace
all deaf with the pulse
by Technokoi of Venice Beach
gonna tri again
the only heartbeat I feel
from inside and out
by using a lifeline
with letting go comes
new worlds and old worlds collide
out old in with new
by mmmBop
watch the world pass by
eyes meet a set of clear eyes
just a visine ad
by vince
not everyone can
find their liberation through others...
only a prison
by bs
stress causes action
or reflection or as I
feel, paralyzed
by bs
her eyes brown like mine,
train moves slowly, we smile...
lonely reflection
by elio of nice one mate, thanks....
When the soft eyes meet
Safe behind glass. Share the smile
There's no commitment
by Nice one elio
mistook you for Her
quite obvious now, you two have
nothing in common
by vince
sometimes stress causes
one to devalue self then
bandwagon crashes...
by bs
I hear on the news
that someone brewed their own diesel
in florida...
by bs of power to the people not the pumps
long railway tracks,
two trains pulling in slowly -
eyes meet through the glass
by elio of a time that memory forgot
long railway tracks,
two trains pull in side to side -
eyes meet through the glass
by elio
I write of beauty
emotions and sensations
the Human Spirit
by Dancing Fool of With this hat on
From the ashes; Words
Great pathos as usual
Concise, succinct!
by William Nippress
Exciting prospects
Picking the low hanging fruit
Moving forward
by neilism of London
I never wanted
to write a piece in Haiku
yet somehow I have
by EP DeWolff Guy of Minneapolis Mn
great artists die young
so according to the rules
i'll live forever
by ash
forget the peace world
and enter the realm of grief
so sad and lonely
by Anonymous Poet
we go to the play
and leave the sad man behind
we say oh sorry-not
by Amy
why did kerouac
drink himself to death, was it
expected of him?
by bs of a real question
