Walter's Wonderful Water!
It is pure B.S! Sip it!
Gulp it! Puke it out!
by Emomalimo of Neverland
And I'm back too! Yeah!
I feel so special being
Here, it's like a whirl!
by Emomalimo of Neverland
Want to welcome me?
That's me yea Bob the Snob of
the internet's back!!
by Bob the Snob of The Internet
takes one to know one
by wat
fooled by Crane Technique
when he can just Sweep the Leg
fucking idiot
by vince
bad you say well then
an empty lazy world of
people who settle for less
by scorp
you have to love it
in a world of transients
bad will persevere
by ash
Penis! Vagina!
Penis! Vagina! Penis!
Vagina! Penis!
by k269er of Neverland
Bye bye Bob the Snob!
Of the Internet! I'lltalk
Too you tomorrow!
by Emomalimo of Neverland
L o l hey dude
talk in a haiku format
talk to you later
by Bob the Snob of The Internet
Yeah!
This beats facebook anyday!
by Emomalimo of Neverland
L m a o cool
It's good to hear from you boy
E-mo-ma-li-mo
by Bob the snob of The Internet
BOB!
I missed you too!
by Emomalimo of Neverland
I'm back from the black
Did you miss me?
by Emomalimo of Neverland
Wow I can't believe
This website is still working
I've not been here for so long!
by The Newly Returned, Bob of The Internet
My Penis
My Penis
My Penile Penis
Oh my!
by k269er of Neverland
The this that
I need to wear a hat. Because
My other one blew away
Into the land of The.
by k269er of Neverland
to be honest, some
people who speak ill if they
passed on, good riddance
by scorp
but the lovely thing
is people die, as they must
and new blood takes place
by scorp
I see the people
here like the drunks at the bar
the stranger comes in
out from the cold, and
the local switches a knife
and stabs without guilt
by scorp
impermanent life
yet hearts intertwined cry out,
"our love forever!"
by haiku half-wit of new paltz, ny
Morrissey was right
November spawned a monster
Grandma has a cock
by Anonymous Poet
well, the last poem
gives all new meaning to the
term, action painting
by scorp
my cock is a brush
and your body-- the canvass
dip, drip, and splatter
by septic funeral
great art is like that
of anything man will do
pick up a brush and
by scorp
Partnered by the moon
weaving tangled soft shadows
We move as if one
by William Nippress
your meaningful glance
and splash of sincerity
just evaded me
your aim not at fault
for i just have no faith left
for them to stick to
by vince
Through a glass lens eye
Camera sees us naked
alone vulnerable
by William Nippress
lice--my new neighbors
their dingleberry diet
takes me by surprise
by septic funeral
I asked the teacher
can I go to the bathroom?
but it was too late.
by I had a shit of Epic Proportions
cocaine in the brain
the sting of anal fissures
i will turn you out
by septic funeral
zippybody go back to
Smalltime Press
your rants will be more appreciated there.
by Anonymous Poet
the torrent of you
erodes the soft banks of me
torrents and torments
by haiku half-wit of new paltz
i walk through the mall
and see nothing that i want
the girls, though, are hot
by septic funeral
something about that
old demon romance that brings
out devils in us all
by scorp
one for the money
never mind that means nothing
i want to get laid
by pumpkinpuss
caught on a web cam
in a milano pensione
no words will explain
by haiku half-wit of new paltz
the charm of karen
belied the dark side shown in
her unsated lust
by haiku half-wit of skidmore
languid eyes speaking
forever and always come
come back tomorrow
by haiku half-wit of new paltz
letting the feelings
all out in one night, dread at
what has to be done
by scorp
Slowly I gather you.
Softly floating I lead you.
My arms enfolding.
When the music stops.
You stay silent in my arms.
Eyes slowly open.
Your smile tells me all.
You're in Tango's magic place.
Only Tango knows.
by William Nippress
four generations
celebrate ancestral links
sing out my name...JOY!
by haiku half-wit of new paltz
early-bird special
five o'clock meal and outside
a cackling raven
by haiku half-wit of new paltz
sixty-two rolls through
senior discounts no solace
for vast losses gained
by haiku half-wit of new paltz
homage to mother
I, your second-chance son
birthed this day long past
by haiku half-wit of new paltz
someone said that it's
the wiccan new year so let
the dead bury theirs
by scorp
a bit of a lull
nobody seems creative
including myself
by ash
one can see beauty
in ruin but one can make
a ruin anew
by scorp
the well is drying
the water can't cultivate
now, nothing grows here.
by mean d. of So cal
it's been a while and
to be at war looking back
with me is a waste
by bs
