marking of time again
not so particularly-
uncomplicated.
by graysky
the innocent birds
the critters, doing their thing
make life worth living
by bs
mulberry laden
furry fat bellied squirrels-
cardinals also.
by bluesky
trends breed groupthink and
nothing makes me more on guard
than recycle this
by bs
don't fade quietly
even burned out stars shine bright
leave something behind
by vince
caressing your balls
while the tears stream down my face
choke me with your cock
by chelsea clinton
arrived before time
smattering about a few acorns-
coast guard festival.
by Bluesky
someone farts to a
symphony but is the whole
joke a big brain fart?
by bs
Well Methane gas stinks
So as a self-expression
So will his farting
by Farting in a flat
George is brown and green
he likes to get attention
and he likes to fart.
by Ben (age 8)
sometimes it's easy
to get caught up in the wild
storms of social sea
by bs
what the hell was that?
a kick, punch, or a left jab.
the art of put-down.
doesn't work with sarcasim
or without some honest wit.
by mean d. of So Cal.
New age miricle
Your informative Haiku's
So Lucid and real
Well thank you so much
With your whit and your wisdom
My life has been changed
Do you ever read the crap you write?
by Anonymous Poet
Haiku are simple
Often they don't make much sense
Refrigerator
(thank you Colin)
by FHunter of USA
i hate United
to them we are just cattle
i hope their planes crash
by merle
some people get a
desire for titles and
does it mean so much?
by bs
I'm not sure where to
begin, if I can take the
first step, or can go
by bs
in a future march
for equal rights and freedom
a green peace sign flares
by tonick
Jokes about shits, farts
sounds funny for a short while.
Then, it gets real stale.
by mean d. of So Cal.
poop has only one
syllable but it can have
so much said about
it.
(too much to fit into a haiku)
by nombre
the 4th of july
we celebrate with
accidental fires
by plasticinsect
for once i'd like my
whopper to not fall apart
after the first bite
by buddha barf of fuck burger king
sushi chef warned me
some who tried monkfish liver
they never came back
by plasticinsect
I've six kinds of cheese
five of them still good to eat
one blue and fuzzy
by plasticinsect
tireless entropy
you turn clean into dirty
why dost thou mock me?
by plasticinsect
why do I write this?
I can answer in one word:
procrastination
by plasticinsect
she thinks love is the
molestation of her bowels
i'm a lucky man
by buddha barf
he came, he saw, he
saw silence and sighed, shrugged, spat
sat down and bowed out
by bs
not a god damn thing
improves in a room of god
damn critics, no brush
is picked up to the
canvas, the war continues
I stab with paint knife
drawing blood
by bs
Doesn't see herself
for the beast she has become.
-- ripping and tearing.
no wonder vampires do
not see their own reflection.
by mean d. of So Cal.
the previous gen
lost its icons and grows old
of course we will too
by bs
farewell the eighties
another one bites the dust
and i feel older
by ash
Apples spliced with grapes
Various grains make the corn.
--Man-made nutrition.
by mean d. of So Cal.
Food from the sea
In ponds and lakes, used as farms.
Nature is controlled.
by mean d. of So Cal.
A tea-cup poodle.
Small, cute, fluffy and playful.
--bioengineered.
by mean d. of So Cal.
Pretty, ornate trees
can't hide the dirt and weed lot.
Can't hide ugliness.
by mean d. of So Cal.
Branches and leaves scrape
against the building's window,
hoping to get in.
by mean d. of So Cal.
Critics will scoff at
the westernized haiku poem.
To them: "deal with it!"
by mean d. of So Cal.
Car needs some loving.
too many miles on the road.
its beauty mired
Inside the building
the dirty automobile
gets to be pampered.
by mean d. of So Cal.
Soapy suds trickle
A blast of watery jets
Swoosh of the dryer.
the car is clean again.
with the help of robotics
at the gas station.
by mean d. of So Cal.
Blemishes appear.
Zits, boils populate the face.
--stressing out again.
by mean d. of So Cal.
one of the hardest
things I've had to do is gain
the sense of fun here
saying, words, phrases
not bowing down to the do
this this way type crowd
by bs
writers are people
so the egos get written
in words now and then
by bs
trilling called ginsy's
work childish but to be sure
he was dead old school
by bs
Not pop at you
Gillian of New Orleans
just hate eupharisms
by William Nippress
A comfort station
The head or little boys room
restroom, Bathroom, John
Take your pick of childish names for TOILET!!!!
by William Nppress
Unrest in Iran
Sobers the self-centered soul
Focus on others
by rollercoaster
for some reason I'm
thinking two banjos and lines
like "squeal like a pig, boy!"
by bs
theoretically
this should be pleasureable
my cock in your ass
by buddha barf
remarkably so
what he said to me that day
bloodied on the cliff
by buddha barf
