one two three four five
five four three two one zero
eleven ten nine
by numbers of space
so masturbation
is something pretty boring
when you got no porns
by Poopfarts of New York
The sound of boredome
Always seems to ring loudest
In my cubicle
by Amongst The Rabble
No point in regret
Even gods can't change the past
Once a choice is made
by Amongst The Rabble
No point in regret
Even gods can
by Amongst The Rabble
what was the purpose
of the original haiku
a simple point
by bs
Haiku in not hard
Just make something stupid up
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
by Shirley Smothers
Atheist Wins Right
Religious Pasta Strainer
In ID Photo
Niko Alm supports the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, and can now wear the strainer
.
by Anonymous Poet
here in spamalot
poets laureate ponder
spoilt by shopping choice
by ash
all hail to janis
she scours like a tsunami
clearing detritus
by ash
to my great credit
i can lend you some advice
fuck off and die please
by ash
and whilst you're at it
append phantom syllable
to prior third line
by Lush
spent apology
through archival memory
type search term: Lush
by Lush
looped beyond most truth
as nom de plume recommends
thus redundant terms
by Lush
nor the ride-along
amid willow branch dodging
and tree branch limbo
by Lush
Mowing grass barefoot
Isn't for the faint-of-heart;
Watch out for sharp rocks
by Amongst The Rabble
A still winter's day
Bright sun in a hard, blue sky
Doesn't keep me warm
by Amongst The Rabble
Greed is a sickness
What does a billionaire need?
Everything there is?
.
by William
viagra spambot
sad priapic inducement
over-inflated
by ash
Poem was stolen
Took credit for my effort
Poem was removed
by Shirley Smothers
Fans of Hemingway
And, perhaps, Metallica
Embraceth the Donne
by Lush
death knells a clangin'
who is summoned by these tolls?
bad haiku, mon frere
by Lush
Broken things come here
To vent their spleen and cry out loud
Tell me your secrets?
by William
Broken things come here
To vent their spleen and cry out loud
What secrets have you?
.
by William
before meth i had a daughter
now i have a prostite
by benny benson of brookings oregon
Dear Ms. Monkey Poo,
I lunched on wine and pasta
Not flying sausage
by bobrarian of D F'n C
i want to retire
where has all the money gone
you'll work till you die
by slave
I am seeing these
websites about police states
and think the cycle is
just another bug
just another time the meek
just need to sit back
by bs
To top it all off
Adverts are wasted
Too small readership
.
by William
spam spam spam spam spam
the vikings sing on line, for
credit, boner pills
by bs
the frozen mess gone
fresh dog shit litters sidewalks
another prague spring
by ap
europe calls me now
enough of arabs, dubai
grandma has a cock
by ap
We need a first line
Hilary rocks your socks off
Are you wearing shoes?
by Edgar Allen Whoa
Tax free pants he bought
Plays the drums they say uh huh
Shout it Kandy Kane
by Anonymous Poet
Dave, Kane and Matt play
Together in a band called
The Northstar Session
by Anonymous Poet
Tim Thomas, Bruins lose
Black player from Washington
The sweet irony
by fungus_amungus
so what does it mean
when death finally comes for
a voice online...just
more of the same snark
the flippant gen x nonsense
to a voice silenced?
by bs
Mister Anderson
He has versatile hair styles
And programs like mad
by Ax Gunrack of Portland, OR
Remember Jake Leg
He makes your insides floppy
Like strong-ass tonic
by Ax Gunrack of Portland, OR
Ben eats rice a lot
But he doesn't hate on those
Who eat bold flavors
by Ax Gunrack of Portland, OR
Patrick McCormick
His name is five syllables
Not much left over
by Ax Gunrack of Portland, OR
Call me steady Cam
The early adoption man
Make you say Van Damme!
by Ax Gunrack of Portland, OR
Erin fell into
An alternate dimension
Of Korean soaps
by Ax Gunrack of Portland, OR
Alison and Juan
Cooking up an Irish Flan
Grab spoon and dig in
by Ax Gunrack of Portland, OR
Brianna in love
Dangerously infectious
Smile like atom bomb
by Ax Gunrack of Portland, OR
