ringing familiar
holy deja vu, batman
badhaiku term search

said tolling bell pealed
amid recently deceased
do not ask for whom

a monkish Merton
on hearing the tolling Donne
paid some fine homage

in freshman english
found no man is an island
John Donne, collected

seeing we have choice
i rarely watch tv now
the web is more fun

I hope this place does
not become c-span book tv
in haiku form now...

it's all relative
whilst no man is an island
some are insular

mmhmm, we all live
in our own little realms of
existence, bubbles

who said no man is
an island. thomas meron
I think, he died from

an electric fan
during a shower and this
way to go, not cool

what others may think
defines so very little
for my existence

tolkien wrote in his
fantasy writing the world
of his creation

was sung into be
a discordant voice, a
dark lord sang his own

in his myth this voice
brought evil into that world
but the song was sung

the song would be sung
again, when the time came to
make it all anew

sometimes meaningful
often whistled out of tune
haiku is a song

looking for reasons
predicting inspiration
pointless cogitation

sometimes you get it
other times it's a conundrum
it doesn't matter

sounds as if zounds a
golem has walked from rabbis
halls, seeking revenge

for working sabbath
a man of clay, only shut down
when God becomes Death

boot to the head

sodden cerebrum
besotted with simulacrum
holy frijoles

horizons are mine
cantering, feeble t'wards naught
a ghostly gallop

on burial grounds
some erect a mirrored hall
poltergeists galore

so what do people
here care about, what drives you
all to create this

what was the old gen
x stereotype, cobain or
to fade away, to step

back from the limelight
and to settle down, the
fourth turning then?

you have families
maybe. people love, die, breathe
believe, disbelieve

transcendence was a
lost art perhaps to those who
forget to transcend

still though life goes on
I repeat over the years we don't
know one another for

real, just what we read
here, of each other, I would either
hate or like you as

I deem fit over
time and likewise, or not care
likewise. wish I could

passion is better
than delayed suicide, because
so much powdered words

are just dead dust with
no water, no life, just dust mites
posing as writers

well I'm glad I care
because I can't be the person
who is too cool for school

and I care too much
because I am not wired
to be a "aesthete"

that is whatever
passes here for "great haiku"
is a relic of

Gen X past

well to be honest
it's like a fire hydrant
dogs marking the pump

marking our surrounds
disdain on the public sheet
internet tissues

reading your haiku
you compel me to confess
i really don't care

it is not that bad
it is a point of view that
one feels of the self

at the time

is it really that
bad, and who cares, and who cares
who really does care

given my real life
sucks I might give in and give up
never having known

a permanent hope
or a place of my own or
I lose words right here

where have all the spots
to sit in gone, to write and
lead thoughts on paper

obsolete to think
in such a way, private thoughts
are now a dead thing

in the end the end
no more words, just silence, but
nothingness, what is?

idealism discounts
in the year of the mobs on
right and left, who flies

I am not hanging
from a rope in a room dead
giving into words

thoughts, fears, comments, I
am alive, give or take what
dreams just may come so

then again why not
even bother, let those damned
towers of babel

collapse and stand back
and watch the show, all come down
to simpler times then

then again if the
whole disaster theme is
right global warming

will wash us all to
kingdom come, and all this
will be wasted time

if you adopt a
faith in the process you might
feel less apt to be

self worshiping types
were I your server at a
restaurant, I'd punch you

in those nose and lose my job

when chickens rule their
roost, the best thing to do is
to go around them

this is how new schools
of art, thought and so on thus
begin elsewhere, hmm

putrescent valor
some whore demanding import
please deny the writhe

discount the moron
mine is putrid palaver
slip the member

bodies are described
by mass and some volume scribe
huggeth the entire

holy egoism
mine reduction remains true
just some purity

the whole mental thing
can be real but can be a
racket, sell you drugs

makes one worse, keeps one
on the horse, money making
emotional sickness

well you know after
a while the guy who talks to
computers, that's him

"ah that's just him" that
makes the number talk, twitches
and talks to the self

So zabadooey's back.
Psychiatric treatment helped
But no one cares!

I'll do a chicken
I'll do it all day and night
Then I'll eat it up

well it's true, my own
penis isn't that big but
it still works...ok

Ash thanks for playing
Certainly words hard to hear
"Grandma has a cock"


Ghost of Hollywood
Thank you for your answer too
"I jerk off wildly"


Maybe the next time
William N., Lush and Crimson
Will play along too


Along the same lines
Mine similiar yet different
"Your penis is small"


"Can we remain friends?"
The worst words a man can hear?
"Your penis is small"

I help people cheat;
Not on spouses, but on homework.
I'm called a tutor.

bang bang bang is all
I hear this morning, living
not in my own place

Can we remain friends?
The worst words a man can hear
i jerk off wildly

Can we remain friends?
The worst words a man can hear
grandma has a cock