a life of battles
is not a life, the thing is
which ones must be fought
by bs
 
			
no doubt you'll get well
from knife twisted here and there
spend life out your shell
by indiana
 
			
happy birthday mum
the first one you haven't had
rest in peace dear girl
by ash
 
			
and zip code as well
decode this and unzip hell:
king mass ward back yep
by Lush
 
			
9 0 1 2 4
that ain't just a captcha, babe
it's a Yes album
by Lush
 
			
often the ground rock
powdered and nasally rent
renders me ill bent
by Lush
 
			
bs aplenty
whilst ash absorbs a portion
Indiana, too
by Lush
 
			
I don't like this
I'm sorry, I can't play anymore
by bs
 
			
perched on hollow tree
the owl sees the sniffing rat
as hallmark event
by indiana
 
			
you can pick your friends
and you can pick your nose, but...
don't pick your friend's nose
by ash
 
			
looks like a stiff breeze
has blown the sand everywhere
so keep your eyes closed
by indiana
 
			
it's fight or flight in
my psyche when put to test
should I run or fight?
by bs
 
			
the real me would just
write as he sees the world, so
others are painful
for me to bare, to
deal with, I feel condemned by
strangers I don't know
by bs
 
			
strong compulsions
to answer people who I
do not really know
by bs
 
			
so whatever it is
is it worth the time I
have to pass the words
by Anonymous Poet
 
			
it's mostly men here
and men tend to compete for
whatever it is
by bs
 
			
the tension i feel
here drives answers but it feels
evil, destroys faith
by bs
 
			
we only have the time
we are allotted in this life
no more, no less
by bs
 
			
the rock will soon turn
into powdery white sand
have you enough time?
by indiana
 
			
when all the words are
put down by the last human 
hand, what will they mean?
by bs
 
			
You write a chalenge
You ask us to write Haiku's
here's cause and affect
by William
 
			
seething, writhing, for
the real is more scary than
the insubstantial
by bs
 
			
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