counting prisoners
held long in isolation
keeping tab of days
by indiana
well at least someone
else is writing haikus here
instead of myself
by bs
the Foreman signals
to release the giant ball
upon his brick wall
by indiana
stricken slothful and
the day is dead and off, all
amateur poems
by bs
bring it all back, bring
it back to the front, bring back
that which we have known
by bs
Im falling in love
Cute Japanese girl
Nice Tango dancer
Beauty Brains, talent
Consultant phychsiatrist
But just so dam cute.
I must be mad to dance!
by William
sometime structure is
outweighed by faith but then the
new foundation stands...
by bs
A Million Pixals
And the dam thing is still slow
fast broadband my Arse
by William
and the Rapture did
not happen, surprise sur
prise... and thank God not...
by bs
driving down the road
watching sceneries unfold
crossed a man so old
by indiana
and to stand on a
milk crate to stomp trash down
to be nobody...
by bs
caveat hubris...
and several dots later
do I have herpes?
by bs
and I will be quite
happy to toss the notice
about bad plumbing too...
by bs
excuse me oh girls and
men of canada, all due
respect, I've a world
to save...sans semantics...
by bs
and one time long in
the past I'd say drink me but
that time is now done...
by bs
each day the same old
setting and not one bit, I
see brooms, and dustpans...
by bs
from being really
open to becoming a
secretive schmuck...
by bs
and the best pasta
chef in the world and the golf
game in heaven or
sighs...hold on
by bs
and jamaicans
and duck confit, and film students
that don't know how
to....use.....a...mop
by bs
now imagine the
lecture on trash showing in
a dumpster, damn it
by bs
before I came here
I got almost killed by a
volvo semi truck...
by bs
as for smashing plates...
well for now I do that and
get reprimanded
by bs
it begins to sound like
the old way of internet
butting heads, no more...
by bs
anyone knows where?
I can smash glass plates on wall
that would be fun too
by indiana
the haiku zealot
in respect to the art form
issues this fatwā
by ash
that's always been a
point of mine, when can I just
throw paint at canvas...
do I need permission?
by bs
stream of consciousness
it's not just the syllables
there's also syntax
by ash
some show on the H.
channel about energy
the big bang is still
with us, the cars we
drive, the food we eat, the light
all be energy...
by bs
Illuminating
Fundeamental as water
Light is everything...
by William
well, perhaps it is
time to cast shadow from raised
middle fingers to
that which needs it to
know perhaps
by bs
the lights are dimming
casting distorted shadows
from little fingers
by indiana
periods of conflict
give time to voice the anxiety
and produce ideas
by bs
andy rooney passed
and it's hard to imagine
the world we once had
with the faces that spoke
to us and what replaces
those old faces?
by bs
We are in a mess
Armature politicians
That
by again
We are in a mess
Armature politicians
That
by William
sit down and share those
memories with one I knew
in grade school, and could
not believe she had
a son, but so long ago
we were the children
by bs
just four days after
but twenty-eight years ago
seemed like yesterday
by ash
Warm rain and sunshine
Unusual for November
Flowers still blooming
by William
fresh snow has fallen
atop a dead hollow tree
changing its color
by indiana
someday, somehow, the
world will be saved by haiku
and oddly, slim jims
by bs
Uncomfortable truths
easy to make others cry
sharing emotions..
by William
halloween mutates
another hallmark event
scary marketing
by ash
reawaken, thou
this is resurrection, the
seed planted right now
by jerk chicken
I'm not sure if someone doesn't like stephanie meyer's books here...
by js
cold wind caressing
my naturally pale skin
notorious new moon
by indiana
Friday Afternoon
Boobs on the internetwebs
Library Vixen
by Anonymous Poet of in da Hayooos!
risen from the grave
the man returns, reborn and
renewed from his tomb
by bs
portal to the grave
fallen stars and rising tides
etched in poet's web
by indiana
this site is going
to be known as good haiku
among some bad ones...
by bs
I called out your name
But mine was the only sound
Silence sounds pitch black.
by William.
