pallid line of white
birch float in a sea of pine
tree..sfuck fuck fuckin'!!
by the hills are alive with the sound of Tourettes
these postings prove that
pharmaceuticals in our
drinking water and
pesticides toxic
wastes and Jesus are the one
way ticket to Hell
by Look honey Im growing tits
end of days mayan
calendar apocryphal
rapture th...th...that's
.............................all folks!!!
by looney tunes rapture
The earth moves under
you gotta say it's over
let go of my feet
by Carol is King..make something of it
feel the disturbance
in the force..notice haiku
pace is quickening
all signs pointing to
End of Daze for the aimless
wandering souls here
by 50k haikus End of Daze
fair weather runner
the lion of winter slows
to brisk frigid walks
by Anonymous Poet
more interactive
sociopathic brainstorms
ping pong for ding dongs
by Anonymous Poet
on continuum
of lunacy where falls this
sanatorium
for haiku misfits
throw out diagnostic terms...
devil's dominion
by pandemic pathology
joggers in winter
mostly are slight and slender-
exercising care.
by graysky
not even theater
sociopathic brainstorm
for freaks and losers
by pavlov rings the bell and bs comes running
if theater why not
website of the absurd it's
no big stretch to make
by Anonymous Poet
website of the absurd
haiku tragicomedy
pinging 45664 acts.
by graysky
the haiku pontiff
waves to his adoring crowd
long live Sir William
by pandemic pathology
Sir Will the anchor
the beacon of light guiding
wayward travelers
by pandemic pathology
decade's worth of drivel
Sir William waits for Godot
on high lofty perch
by pandemic pathology
People come and go
Ten years I've posted on here
I can wait! OK.
by William Nippress
gently falls the snow
covering a few unknowns
passing bye and bye.
by graysky
you suck
by Anonymous Poet
names rudely wrested
but all's fair in ruthless Wild
West haiku venue
as cited earlier
you'll find 49 Ray's Pizzas in
NYC fakirs abound
by pandemic pathology
I love me! who do you love?
I'm right. Know I am
More intelligent than you
Need to be worshiped
by pandemic pathology
It's late Sunday night
Weekend is nearly over
Back to work Monday
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, AZ
Lucille Balled Desi
begot son Ricky and a
nine year TV run
by Anonymous Poet
nature's fickle ways
sun's warmth melts snow to patches
tonight frigid blasts
by Anonymous Poet
eyes close when sneezing
toes curl with deep orgasms
shit pants when sleeping
by which does not belong
only three stanzas
that time, you disappoint me
go for ten to twelve
by production control of break time is over
lost and late a priest
gives graveside eulogy for deceased homeless man
upon last "Amen" priest
asks where the family was
work crew responds thus..
we don't rightly know
but we're here putting in
this new septic tank
...thus a septic funeral
by the legend of septic funeral
amidst the ton of
self-aggrandizing flotsam
in Haiku River
I pine for the "pure"
rape incest misogyny
rants of septic man
by never thought I would say this
time to punch the clock
at the loser-mill again
get to work bs
by production control
haiku Freaks would make
Tod Browning proud here at the
freakazoid circus
by bunch o freaks
this jackal breeding
ground of semi-literate
vainglorious dolts
running amok in
myriad masquerades without
a sense of real self
just men behind the
Oz curtain belching fiery
but impotent threats
by pandemic pathology
Why should I end it?
I think I will continue
To use other names
by laughing at you.
The light streaming in
My cave lights with mossy green
Who looks for me here?
by William Nippress
Easy to wind up
You lot are so gullible
What to do next???
by William Nippress
Dam It's all over
I have to use my real name
William Nippress
by Get a Life and many others.
Ok I admit
those having a go at me
Were written by me
I use different names
It's all a game and your "IT"
Last laugh is on you!!!
by William And many others
Sir William is "IT"
Now has to tag another
And on it goes.
by Get A Life.
Voted Badhaiku's most written about.
For the most mentions
It looks like I win again
Must stop entering
Hahahaha I love it!
by William Nippress
tis the time of year
for new year resolutions.
mine? write bad haiku.
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, AZ
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, AZ
goddess Nemesis
dealt Narcissus a death blow...
love his reflection
by He who is so blinded by his own beauty
life was jut simpler
when zapooper ranted on
'bout gay Star Wars sex
by nostaglia aint what it used to be
sorry for the break
in form...prove me wrong..or duel
haikus to the death
by Sir William throws down the pink gauntlet
Little William in a bright new sash
fell in the fire and burnt to ash
now even though the room grows chilly
I haven't the heart to poke poor Willie
by tribute to Sir William N.
he ate the Cuervo
worm "con gusto" and lusted
for his lovers' sheathed
by Anonymous Poet
and now I know why
zapooper lives to hurl Star
War gay invectives.....
and why he does so without the 5-7-5 form.
by asshole stamped on Sir Williams forehead
Were you telling me?
In this bad haiku format
I shouldn't do it???
But it's ok for you??? Twat!!
by William Nippress
yawn! you're so clever
well dam me boring critique
never thought of that!
by William Nippress
why does soil smell like
fish on a farm, or shit, yet
lovely things spring up?
by bs
come to think of it
was it a five minute argument, or did...
did I forget to
pay, no, you did not, did did!
but an argument
is a series of...
how absurd, now I see
how I have been all
this time...like that skit...
by bs
souza's march lives on
in sacred memory of
the Monty Python players
by bs
