whimper like your dog
as you take the first icy beer
out of the freezer
by Sudsy
beer is golden
beer more than being golden
It Froths! beer is gold
by Sudsy
beer should be free, urp!
like;'dogs run free why can't we?
beer should be free, urp!
by Sudsy
my beer jones troubles
me, how did this happen? urp!
can not aford it!
by Sudsy
crazy.. rrRRrr...
heh, its all the same. nothing
new. boring, boring
by Guy Montag
move yourself closer
to how you picture yourself
this brings grace, beauty
by Hollywood Bonfire
Red, yellow, pink green,
Purple, orange, blue. It's all
Rods and cones to me.
by Scrunty Hardbody
Sensing the Rapture
I'm singing, crying, shouting
"Loud Loud Loud Loud" --- peace
by Scott of Alton
I alone in me
am solitary yet free
I am free to be
by Scott of Alton
Roger Waters said
In a most peculiar way
"Come Back Happy"----Buzzzed
by Anonymous Poet
Earth And I are ONE,
And together we evolve
but at diff'rent rates
by Scott of Alton
Mezmerizing Moon
Pulling my Heart to--and through
Pounds Out my Sorrow
by Scott of Alton
Shane wears these sweaters
and people say, "Nice sweater,"
but they don't mean it
by Mary Kuna of Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada
Why am I thinking
of dishcloths, and why are they
always checked or plaid?
by Mary Kuna of Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada
the St. Bernard tongue
starting at the base of the
vagina, wet slurp strait
upward, leaving the clitorus
quivering, at it's passing
like an arrow stuck in a tree
by tongue #1
Soft warm tongue, gently
teasing the edges of my
breath, burrow wormlike
through the wound of your
redemption: an opening
designed to hold you.
by Kimberly Dawn Sowell of Naiad, Neptune
Stab me with the knife
of lust, commit me to this
repeated murder.
by Kimberly Dawn Sowell of Naiad, Neptune
A flightless bird-girl
she plummets, offering her
body to the earth.
by Kimberly Dawn Sowell of Naiad, Neptune
My desperation
multiplies itself. My need
scares off the needed.
by Kimberly Dawn Sowell of Naiad, Neptune
The hand that you count
these poems is your next love
get used to it bub!
by AnonaMoose
bitter, bitter, i
am... sleep deprived, sex deprived
need to love again
by Guy Montag
haiku rejected
by one of my closest friends
dont care anymore...
by Guy Montag
Lo! the Big Day nears
A farewell to youth, Janis
Embrace this milestone
by Irv Weinstein of Toronto
let the games begin !
and before it's all over
you can kiss my rings....
by ash
between arguments
despite volatility
we love each other
by ash
a "feel good oldie"?
jose feliciano
reading braille i guess
by ash
hallucinogens
psychotic ideation
colours and trismus
by ash
"Hee haw club?" Where you
eat "this thing" every week? sounds
damn bizarre to me
by Guy Montag
Spitermonkey. He
is a grumpy old man. That's
why I love him so.
by Guy Montag
its just wrong to call
take a letter maria
a "feel good oldie"
by come on get happy
wrapped tight in my sheet
safe from swarming cockroaches
but needing a drink
by come on get happy
tequila haiku
linger on to embarrass
need archive cleaner
by Homage
Lofty, pungent stench
Eyes burn, stomach turns, gagging
Who took off their shoes?
by Butch
A door closes. The
weight of sunlight compresses
the breath in my chest.
by Kimberly Dawn Sowell of Naiad, Neptune
Fadette, my pet rat,
is a hairless beauty, soft
with lovely pink skin.
by Kimberly Dawn Sowell of Naiad, Neptune
On the internet,
you, too, can become a slim,
green-eyed young vixen.
by Kimberly Dawn Sowell of Naiad, Neptune
Your suggestions are
Soon to be implemented
A work in progress
by Janis of Centruy City, CA
A good search engine
Is currently being made
To make it all good
by Janis of Centruy City, CA
Or how about dates?
Drop-down windows by the 1st
of every month...
by Erik of Paris
A drop-down window
Could solve problem by "jumping"
by the 500s...
by Erik of Paris
Older system was
Quicker to go far back in
Archive database
by Erik of Paris
Older system was
Quicker to go far back in
Archive database
We need a !
by Erik of Paris
Miss that mile-long scroll
Much faster search older poems
Bring some compromise!
by Erik of Paris
A drivers permit
beer and wings and a few friends
and a weird space bag.
by Monty Hall of Venice
What will tonight bring
maybe our waitress will know
or perhaps Neil Young.
by Monty of Venice
she grows lovelier
every time I gaze at her
one more beer should do
by Butch
An ode to Joe, my
precious scout, killed by a zerg
drone. poor little probe
by Guy Montag
To John! In biding
his time, he finds strength to build
a Sea Colony.
by Alex Trebek of Santa Monica, CA
Ode to our friend John
whos mother just passed away
have another beer
by Monty Hall of Venice
the one line haiku
by haikuin racoon
