bad art hang on walls
the artist had no talent
heart was in right place
by Stu Koblentz of Ohio
hundreds of light years
afar they watch/listen/wait
what to do with US
by Anonymous Poet
organism sloughs
off waste products despoils
the land and is called...
by WE
Earth the Pale Blue Dot
It's Home to all we have been
For perhaps always?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p86BPM1GV8M
by William Nippress
I could force my hands
to make creative movements
without any thoughts...
by snail
pick up the pace,
no room to cheat here,
what's your goal?
by shama of whateveropolis
frustration.
beat me, one challenge
after another, love.
by Shama of whateveropolis
first the mac snack wrap
then the ipad, what the fuck
armageddon's here
by wretch weaver of 2010: the year of bad ideas
windblown dream of a
vast kite armada swooping
'oer dunes and land's end
by Haiku half-wit
classic case of proud
enmeshed and something needs to
give...way to the past
by YS
I feel powerless
today, living with someone
who wants to keep me
sick
by YS
the pencil is poised
motionless then a "Dali
moment" it goes limp
by mentis erectus dysfunctis
Haiku Viagra?
It's a common condition
Writers block again
by William Nippress
sometimes it's just right
and that's the times i just write
but this isn't then
by ash
as in life's ebbs and
flows raging haiku torrents
slow to a trickle
by Haiku half-wit
the indignity
of diapers draws me toward
beckoning forest
therein a l..a..s..t s..l..o..w
walk then to lie and embrace
a sleep unfettered
by Haiku half-wit
achieve peace of mind
transcend idiosyncrasy-
use the mute button.
by mundane
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
