pistons of cadence
one half second faster and
the cops wont catch you
by thief
now the race of truth
individual time trial
time to ride Frischkorn
by graysky
the light of the sun
touches only the tree tops
not my humble gate
by graysky
komodo dragon
a bit of sweet bread, and i
join this damp morning
by graysky
take it mother earth
we'll drill till we're satisfied
you cheap little slut
by sf
a craggy footpath
recognition comes slowly
no matter anyway
by graysky
sorry, we are closed
twin bridges is now too far
ten years past, nothing
by graysky
thunderstorms again
yesterdays sunny blue sky
is not for today
by graysky
your frown is perfect
a mirror reflection of
the shit around us
by sf
time for fuel station
easy like a come and go
one in and one out
by eagle vision
practicing arson
amassing an arsenal
to erase arseholes
by Lush
firing my thruster
you send me over the moon
not rocket science
by ash
It's funny to watch
They don't know it but they are
Manipulated!
by Anonymous Poet
An attack on some
Makes them much more incisive
and inclined to think
by Anonymous Poet
One thing that works
To get better haiku's here
Is Personality
by Anonymous Poet
For many years now
I have watched and written here
every now and again
by Anonymous Poet
that's just how i roll
it gets boring here at times
so i stir the pot
by sf
Even here, conflict
is still inescapable.
Why must you be rude?
by Dragon Snail
another day for
you and me to excel at
mediocrity
by sf
yes send the women
oh say once you blow her up
she wont be blowing....u
by sorry that required and eighth
Life is a minefield
One foot after another
Send the woman first
by Homage to SF
Pulling together
All my thoughts I find that I
Have nothing to say
Being like SF is my highest aspiration
by Ail low and you allways get there
we shuffle along
one foot after the other
through our life's debris
by ash
it is bad haiku
but everyone's a critic
you can't please 'em all
by ash
whatever you say
to boost your low self-image
is okay with me
by sf
Criticize is wrong
Criticise is Queens English
Look it up retard
by Dross, dross and more dross
Like I said before
When they have nothing to say
Here's where they do it
Foul-mouth name-calling
When you can't articulate
Childish behaviour
by Dross, dross and more dross
learn the language first
then criticize all you want
you fucking retard
by sf of god but its bad grammar
My god but its sad
If they have nothing to say
Here's where they do it
by Dross, dross and more dross
shaft: a bad mutha
dig it? i'm talkin bout shaft
the black private dick
by kin_corn_karn of ghetto nation
I can only wait
for him to make the next move.
I just write my songs.
by long lost
crazy as it seems
longitudinal pressure
sometimes turns me on
by the waves
day's almost over
and i've insulted no one
i'm losing my edge
by sf
Five like Pentagon.
Roll two dice and get seven
I have five fingers
by Robin Len of "Home?"
One thing is for sure
Misery loves company
Could you be more down?
by Manic depressives R us
a reason to live
sorry, it doesn't exist
i drink your milk shake
by sf
so nothings mean it
and if it is something then
well no..that's not it
by Oh nothing!!! @$#%^
Things given up in
error may be lost for good.
Oh, what have I done?
by Dragon Snail
I lost track of more
than I was trying to lose.
My friends, where are you?
by Dragon Snail
mistakes don't haunt me
ghosts from my past certainly
my conscience is clear
by ash
If mistakes stay in
the past when we put them there,
letting go makes sense.
by Dragon Snail (advice taken)
may our happiness
increase in isolation
for i hate you all
by sf
Mistakes we have made
Haunt us for many reasons
None of them feel good
These mistakes we made
Make us what we are today
So why have regrets?
by William Nippress
Can't seem to escape.
I say it's over, then go
right back to the start.
by Dragon Snail
recalling the past
you think i'd get over it
even now i don't
by ash
many a long year
and some even longer days
life is full of it
by ash
Well-done Dragon Snail
Now you're writing good haiku's
These we can enjoy!
by We are still watching though
Screaming pain in chest
It tears a man asunder
Torso rent of life
by Eh
I love your music,
little hippy drummer boy.
Can I play your flute?
by Cat Crotch
A body, a cage,
shapes to hang upon a soul,
stuck within this skin.
by Dragon Snail
