scuffed shoe kicks again
and again against old bones
the dust is rising
by mount madonna mama
Helping
Abe escape
Has become the focus of
All my leisure time
by Janis
i see the future
it glistens like pure water
reflecting people
by soma of ..somewhere i shouldn't go
i here the bytes flow
through beorn and anika
sounding like beauty
by soma of humboldt co.
this is the haiku
that i promised to write you
i hope you like it
by anika of ca
haiku, i like you
flow from me as poetry
dripping from the web
by ash
old habits die hard
judge not the cut of my cloth
nuns the worse for wear
by ash
someone else's line
repetition was to blame
brought me to account
by ash
cops make me vomit
to serve and protect, my ass
they are all sell-outs
by soma of somewhere
not sure what to think
confusion overtakes me
is this all there is?
by soma of way out there...
that which is not this
can only be something else
it's not apparent
by soma of ..in a galaxy far far away
it's just a nickname
that stuck a long time ago
nothing more than that.
by frenchy
sisters don't have to
wear ugly clothing, i know
mine borrow my stuff
by sheena
ex-nun halfway house-
do they teach them to swear, smoke
or just kick the habit?
by sheena
Not Phobic, or Anything:
if anyone cares
i'd just like to state clearly
lezz thing was a Joke
by sheena
ash, i am shocked! Shocked!
YOU erred in calculation?
next time don't judge us.
by sheena
french, nobody said
you had to call yourself that
why pick a bad tag?
by sheena
Go to my website
punkskamusic dot net
Great haiku isn't it?
by Ho
bad haiku counting
my syllables excessive
the shame of it all
by ash
old habits never die
they give them to newer nuns
after some mending
by ash
old habits never die
they just get lost
within the coverup
by Anonymous Poet
It's been a week now.
Old wounds scab over again.
Hope she's happy now.
by frenchy
The plane did not crash.
It flew into granite clouds.
Just got disappeared.
by frenchy
Sheena, the world sucks.
When your only true love leaves,
and your nickname sucks.
by frenchy
Ronin, I think
we might both be lesbians?
I love naked chicks.
by frenchy
Throwing rocks at tanks.
Almost in the Jetson's age.
Can't they do better?
by frenchy
having a bad day
zombies want to eat my brains
yep halloween sucks
by Micah
It imitates life
Twentieth Century Fox
Makes me feel ugly
by Lars Iversen of Humboldt Ca
.wait...umm, er...okay
.maybe i am a bit harsh
the world is theirs, too
by ronin@stillhastocatchagrillpartywithmalefriends
homos are for pricks
who have lost their sense of being
neither here nor there
by ronin_gaijin@usa.net(or was it netadd)
........cacophonical
luscious sounds come to my ear
......tranquilizing moi
by ronin@momma'sboy
.ahh...women, who can ever
hope to configure them all:
.....unreachable stars!
by ronin@wishingforalattebuthisbudgetconstrainshim
.."neither good Nor bad"
that was what i meant to say
....satisfied, monsieur
by ronin@goofingatthemall
the same words spoken
at the same time eyes meet spark
and the world stands still
by kevin's girl
tongue tracing contours
slides so slowly saliva
creates chilling paths
by kevin's girl
mountian silhouette
backlit by pale morning sun
valley rests in black
by mount madonna mama
poisoned lesbians
thrash about kicking up dust
frenchy is watching
by mount madonna mama
cold world spins through space
the pin light stars do little
to illuminate it
by mount madonna mama
wind whips her wet hair
against pink cheeks and red lips
swollen, strangely warm
by mount madonna mama
mamama, how's tricks?
you glow like you been on vac.
no, whoops, that's poison
by sheena
frenchy, gotta laugh
no wonder he liked our stuff
he thought- lesbians!
by sheena
crafted from torment
the shield around my heart is
radioactive
by mount madonna mama
thin sleet on the wind
as it whines in off the sea
i shiver, walk on.
by sheena
whoops, forgot my name
as if anybody cared
the world is so cold
by sheena
ash:
radio active
can you sing? bad pun, i know
karaoke sucks
by Anonymous Poet
Ronin, I wonder
Maybe you are a homo?
not disappointed??
by frenchy
I grab all the stars
I grind them into dust and
run around the sun
by blistering heat
i could pick you up
and make a meal of your heart
if i wanted to
by blistering heat
ronin my lad
you don't have to be sober
to die from your words
by blistering heat
