The seas water waves
To the ships as they run by
Making tides wrinkle
by Chelsie Little of punxsatawney
searching the drawers
for days and her lottery
ticket hopes fading
by Mother Dementia
Goodbye dead schoolfriend
you were a fat smelly cunt
but you were our one
by J of ?
have I eaten yet
where did I put my mail oh
sorry to ask twice
her ebbing soul robbed
of memories..dignity
by this vile thief
by Mother Dementia
Feel what excites you
Raw passion is energy
Focus the power
by William Nippress
just within arm's reach
the skin silent without hope
pool of patient flesh
by vince
one fleeting snowflake
through the air musically-
floating, drifting, gone.
by mundane
I've been laughing at
de-motivational art
for inspiration.
by snail
catch a rising star
ego-blinded brilliance and
fiery descent
by tribute to Gary Coleman
ephemeral streams
joy and suffering running
both in and through us
by Haiku half-wit
I feel overblessed.
I have all that I could want
except happiness.
by snail
stairs up right and left
could turn on the radio-
outside looks the choice.
by mundane
A sunny day now
but rain clouds are still looming.
calm before the storm.
by mean d. of so cal.
bereft of haiku
sometimes the ideas flow
but nothing just now
by ash
closed roads..school delays
parents late to work...daily
rhythms out of synch
by Haiku half-wit
unseasonably
warm days..rain melts ice...fills streams..
floods flats..closing roads
by Haiku half-wit
haiku ripples reach
brackish backwater edges
in Bad Haiku Bay
by Haiku half-wit
roll fast, speak bravely
tirelessly square off against-
death's absurdity.
by mundane
Need a space to write
Haiku's of little success
My needs are so few
by William Nippress
black crows fleeing their
bloody pulpit return once
the semi roars past
by Haiku half-wit
impatient crows pace
interlopers zoom past road
kill going nowhere
by Haiku half-wit
I beheaded my
wife because she's abusive
helluva defense
by things you can not make up [Buffalo NY]
there is no fair trade
in these trade winds isles just
lands to pillage
by Anonymous Poet
sugar cane and blame
a century removed, dude
irredeemable
by Lush
lest we ill rebuild
let's scrap the DR border
and blend the horror
by Lush
then some daft wigga
tried to adopt a harem
molest and scare 'em
by Lush
cat tried to rob me
Tent City intensity
blasted Haitian thief
by Lush
step away from your
cell phone/computer for a
hands-free afternoon
by quiet afternoon walk
mechanization
of our humanity is
just around the bend
by machines are us
as theater lights dim
faint glows of text messaging
spawns seething ire
by smash the machines
Colors washed out
Cold flinty smell on the wind
Is more snow to come?
by William Nippress
I thought that these folks
from Canada were nice but
suffering artists
suffering from Gen X
artritus...
by YS
fierce wind-driven snow
births taut white ribbons crossing
the barren corn fields
by Haiku half-wit
transfatty acids
coronary express next
stop is Dirtnapville
by All aboard!
tubing the Beatles
his system got fried away
those damn little bugs..
by wiped out laptop
potato chips rule
i am thankful to eat them
yet, they make me fat
by you can stop that now
stoneland's snowy days
even in freezing weather-
roses fade away.
by mundane
when you wish upon
a star makes no difference
who you are...yeh right!!!
by your dreams will come true
especially in
Disneyworld one discovers
dark underbellies
by keep your critical eye open
soap bubbles adrift
reflecting colorful light-
along with a smile.
by mundane
psychotic mother
sniff out some stella artoi one night
makes threat of suicide
by son of a psycho
bawdy prose lingers
fragrant rose for some fetid
rubbish to others
by one mans pain is anothers best seller
purging the rubbish
brings collateral damage
to others' senses
by one mans pain is anothers best seller
Your starting again
Take your medication. NOW
No more rubbish please!!!
by Please !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
tom waits say what and
i don't know waiting king james in
rabid braille spirit
blind and blinding
by YS
thousand dollars down
psychotherapy toilet
thanks for nothing mom
by enema diaries
mixed messages
you're my little man now bend
over for momma
by enema diaries
affinity for
inner cleanliness mom waves
the enema wand
by thanks for nothing
It's not what you do!
The way you do it that counts!
Try it with feeling!!!
by William Nippress
cold feet colder floor
barefoot scamper to revive
the dying embers
by variations on a theme
