Golden coloured sun
Must i say good bye so soon
you just arrived.
by William
still here and yawning
the changes that come with the
times break the spirit
by bs
well we all come to
the roast now and again so
what's all this spice now?
by bs
cookin' like old times
nothing beats a barbecue
except beating meat
by ash
I admit I have
not had the delight of the
experience of spam
cooked for breakfast
spam eggs sausage and spam, and
spam spam baked beans and spam...
by bs
If we had some spam,
we could have some spam on toast,
I jack off wildly
by Burbank Inferno
a few men can change
the world into a dungeon
because we stood back
by bs
never did I see
my words turned to prostitutes
whores for data
stored forever and nothing
nothing but the sheer delight
of mankind as gadget
my curse on generation geek
my curse on this tower of babel
by bs
I feel like taking
my own life over the loss
of books as a form
of media
by bs
nostalgia for that
old DIY moves out when
the sharks done move in
by bs
one more drop in the
ocean of bad haiku, we
are funny fishies
by Anonymous Poet
Holding a straight line
with all of lifes twists and turns
In these challenging times
by William
call of the haiku
beckons me like a siren
take me back, grandma
by ash
Crochet hook in hand
she chains a long warm cozy
grandma has a cock
by Betty LeBomb
entropy is the
state of the world being born
soon it all dies down
by bs
I hate gardening
All that work which lasts a week
Then start allover!
by William
So your healthy then
specially body functions
Important to know?
by William
The sky seems as blue
As it did this past winter
Wind sings a new song
by Amongst The Rabble
Boy has root canal
No laughing gas, no comfort.
Sadistic dentist.
by vieracatlady of viera fl
one two three four five
syllables in first stanza.
Haiku is a success!
by vieracatlady of viera, fl
Nothing feels quite right
Restless, irritable days
Balls in a bear trap
by Thoreau of :eicester
Absurd injustice
Pressing like a monstrous turd
Come enema! Purge!
by Thoreau of Leicester, UK
they're here today then
they're gone tomorrow just no
warning, voices fade
by bs
time is such a joke.
one day or ten trillion years..
ZERO things matter.
by ajl
I am not sure what
to say at this time to bless
you all with sweka
by bs
When we were children
A year lasted forever
Now its an eyes blink
by William
When we were children
A year lasted forever
Now it
by William
some days are the shiz
waking up early for work
i wouldn't count those
by ash
Each new day we wake
and an adveture unfolds
challenges and fun
by William
another day ends
before you can catch your breath
another day starts
by ash
submission error
in this timeless cyberspace
sad mistakes endure
by ash
Scolded by the world
he retreat back into Hell
thats where the trolls live
by william
Scolded by the world
he retreat back into Hell
That
by William
Change is a dead weight
Keep it in one pocket and
You'll walk in circles.
by William
Change is a dead weight
Keep it in one pocket and
You
by William
a blessed angle
stopped to rest among the trees
renewing the way.
by mundane
a growth of flowers
lives with bee activity-
carefully i tread.
by mundane
thinking doesn't pay
how am i spending this life
and who gets the change
by ash
songbirds chirp greetings
i look for a bit of shade-
to sit and share crumbs.
by mundane
many silences
streams flowing water gurgles-
noontime breeze shakes leaves.
by mundane
across the valley
where my feet sink deeply in-
the meadows green grass.
by mundane
living in this town
i long to walk the tree line-
into the valley.
by mundane
leave me where i lie
my soul is ripped from my heart
i don't want to live
by ajl
oh busy sundays
ephemeral employment
but repetitive
by ash
stream in slow motion
looks like the fog rolling in-
blue sky reflections.
by mundane
Heavenly Sand-worms in the makin'
Only one degree from
Kevin Bacon.
by Senor Pappas
the song remains the
same but the wrinkles and scars
tell us a story
by ronin
over the weather
winter of my discontent
over the weather
by ash
Constantly changing
Outside looks new, but cores old
We men dont change much
by William
the habit of not
being able to shut up
worked well for glenn beck
for a time, but I
guess as we go blind, the show
must not go on...coda
by ronin
