the tactful might as
well say fucking is like a
salad bar special dressing
by bs
God DAMN tact...I say
beat TACT to death and let her
blood flow on the cross
by bs
tis no hope for those
lacking tact and absent pose
a mirror'd horror
by Lush
prostrate and bereft
prostate huge, balls i must heft
all manner of ills
by Lush
shivering magnolias
await eve's imminent frost
first blossoms to fall
by Haiku half-wit
young dogwood blossoms
contained almost hesitant
is something missing?
by shy buds
one night, silently
this heart will break, come morning
you will find me gone
by vince of i am patient but do not push
Casting long shadows
The spring sun calls the flowers
Tempting, show yourselves!
by William Nippress
Pampas Grass
pampas grass
marsh mud glistens
in the rowboat
marsh wren's cry
the sun ripples onto the mud
wetland chill
a patch of ripples disappears
marsh lightning
the tree's blossoms open
into egrets
wetland channel
the moon spreads onto the grass
by martin
scurrying squirrels
amidst the dry foliage-
sounds like an army.
by mundane
avante garde haiku
is neither just poorly matched
pretentious bedmates
by pining for contributors of yore
child s bedroom
the sound of a mosquito
in the dark
by martin
spring field
the crow pecks its shadow
by martin
He talks of disgust
using and abadonment
He writes a novel
by Like it Vince.
midnight, blackest sky
the smell of satin and sweat
humid air like claws
an overhead fan
spinning lazily, rattling
head bobs up and down
awaiting release
money put on the dresser
he pretends to sleep
washing by the sink
while avoiding the mirror
the businessman snores
pulling the boots on
the night sticks to her insides
it will not wash off
by vince of hong kong
streaming torrents of
torments and taunts travel through
cyberspace playground
by mean-spirited "kids"
haiku playground draws
pubescent minds itching to
draw blood..dominate
by Anonymous Poet
thaw
the wolf tastes
air
by martin of in duh s face
haiku for st...st...
stutterers or can't count
syllables rightly
by m..m..martin of duh
the year ends with the long tail of a squirrel's shadow
by martin of Guam
new year blizzard
the first shadow within a stranger
by martin of fuck off!
sagging pine bough
the scent of a snowflake
on another
by martin of what
Hallelujah Praise
God Almighty He has risen
Beam me up Scotty!
by Anonymous Poet
Christ emerged Sunday
morn' from cave saw his shadow
returned for six weeks
by the story of Puxsutawney J.C.
paradoxical
approach to temptations of
flesh for ordained peds
by recycled pedophiles
nothing cute about
rogue priests hiding behind God
to molest children
by absolved and sodomized in confessional
graphic renderings
of abuse deemed puerile
by some but not all
by bludgeoned with imagery
when the hue and cry
meets the threshold of a rant
don't blame the victim
by righteous outrage
thematic series
creative iterative
eg. Brubeck's "Take Four"
by when more is more
scarce must tolerate
your iterative stanzas
sock your trachea
by Lush
limit the haiku
to something concise, mon frere
and aim will find you
by Lush
foolhardy bs
is universally held
a flippant blowhard
by Lush
Vatican believes
the best defense is to go
on the offensive
.......blame the victims
by Pope Gregory IX Inquisition architect
altar boy kneeling
confused before priest's one-eyed
serpent of Satan
anointed with his
icky love juice the boy felt
damned rather than blessed
by sins of "Our Fathers"
keep your rosaries
off my ovaries - funny
spraying on the wall
by austrian
the infallible
Holy Father turned blind eye
to one eyed serpent
by reshuffle gay priest deck reassign them
open to receive
the host they urge with papal
penis stuffed instead
by in the name of the Father I sodomize you
eye witness to such
great suffering timelessly
etched upon minds' eye
by acid bath experience
eye witness to such
great suffering timelessly etched within mind's eye
by acid bath experience
relentless barrage
of yammering affords no
respite nor answers
by shut your piehole!
he called my sister
whore who gave good head smiling
I broke his fuckin'
...................FACE
by Anonymous Poet
from city projects
to rural trailer park we's
just countrified trash....
...jes' seekin' a bedder life
by wherever you be there you is
post flood a produce
cornucopia proceeds
downstream beets mostly
by farmers market underwater
torrents of rain spread
trickles...rivulets...streams...rivers..
wetness gushing pride
by Noah of Arc [sic]
Don't say you weren't warned
Here we go on and on and on
Pages of self pity
It's all your fault. Don't encourage him.
by Anonymous Poet
you suck
by Anonymous Poet
so fuck you, if some
of you want to go on being
the poetic equivalent
of trailer trash, I shovel
salt on this fucking outhouse of a website
by bs
I'm giving you what
you want, someone to pick on
who you can feel superior
to, the types who are
like that here, whilst others just
post haiku, so basically
for 10 years or more
I've played right into the hands of the people who frequent this website
by bs
