'ay matey from the
yardarm they 'ung ..yar ship
thieves 'n scoundrels rife
by HMS HAIKU
here there be madness
although your vessel be yar
methinks it's sinking
by ash
zenith enlightens
nadir noir divergent paths <^>
these well-traveled words
by Haiku half-wit
a back door child the
zapoopster never felt at
ease in the anteroom
by OB-GYN Proctologist
what to name this child
the answer crystal brown he's
a zapooper for sure
by OB-GYN Proctologist
zapoop's placenta
in shades of sepia from his
poop chute exit
by OB-GYN Proctologist
well aware thankyou
by mundane
you suck
by Anonymous Poet
not vaginal nor
caesarean zapoop came
rectal delivery
by OB-GYN Proctologist
Aaaaaah that felt so good!
by Anonymous Poet
point and laugh at the
manchild everybody, down-
ward spiral, Hooray!
by Anonymous Poet
you suck
by Anonymous Poet
ya saaaak [Bostonese]
by Anonymous Poet
ya' suuuuCK! [da Bronx]
by Anonymous Poet
du suga [Swedish]
by Anonymous Poet
sina imea [Finnish]
by Anonymous Poet
du lutschen [Ger.]
by Anonymous Poet
voi succhiano [Ital.]
by Anonymous Poet
vous suca [Fr.]
by Anonymous Poet
usted chupa [spanish]
by Anonymous Poet
you suck
by Anonymous Poet[s]
you suck
by Anonymous Poet
so what if he says
what he says, let him say it
get it out, and thus
let it go
say I suck, go ahead
heal thyself
by bs
so be joyous when
that angry soul is happy
for a lost soul found
by bs
what is the True Self
is it this angry bar fly
sputtering last words
vomiting you suck till
they carry him away dead
or in coma, cold?b
by bs
we will all keep on
going and going, you can't
win you know, you can't
by bs
keep going but I
must dash be anon and thus
summoning demons
trolls, witchcraft, etc etc
when who is higher than these
little men in high heels?
by bs
the demons scream from
the alleyways, cast out to
the slums of abyss
by bs
another season
sharing holidays with trolls
who spoil my eggnog
by mundane
you suck
by Anonymous Poet
here i go again
old loser habits don't die
how can i suck LESS?
.....tis an age old question
by bs
thoughts remained so long
thinking all along through storm-
just turned to granite.
by mundane
one gets used to the
white noise of some things that squawk
that's just the old crow...
"you suck..."
good bird
by bs
keep writing in peace
because this is that time to
wage peace in spirit
by bs
the hecklers seek to
take a portion of the folks
up on stage, a show
all their own
by bs
wintertime daydream
return to macon county-
where a blue sky reigns.
by mundane
you suck
by Anonymous Poet
I say, who is a
mirror to one another
reflecting here your
peace, this yule, let it
be peace rules over the short
sight of the flame wars
by bs
some of us find a
reflection in emotion
of "dark" energy
metal, old classic
reflection of street poets
perhaps this is a
reflection of each
generation's reflection
on what was their life
by bs
when those in Gen X
grow old will reflection be
over old angry tv
by bs
clearness of cool air
snows covering clarity-
new age music fits.
by mundane
gas stoves, wood stoves, the
fuel that feeds life, goes green in
this re-run of the
Victorian style
saturnalia, reserved
egg nog vs dinoys
by bs
quickly days pass by
so much so this time of year
yet frozen stillness.
by mundane
stoic sentinel
sitting hours on end eyes
on an empty road
familiar sounds of
a rural delivery
she slowly rises
by Haiku half-wit
gusty breaths moaning
icy anguish through the
fragile crackling limbs
and dawn's stillness roused
by this interloper's loud
intermittent gait
by Haiku half-wit
Death is not the end
It's only an interlude
in the path of time
by William Nippress
Search while we are young
Acceptance comes with old age
Who and what we are
by William Nippress
The world calls "time out"
More time for reflection now
Silence for the snow
by William Nippress
Big thank you mundane
At last something worth reading
My thoughts are with you.
by William Nippress
beavis and butthead
were the modern bums who did
wait for godot, MTV
by bs
