they stole my haiku
and while we both have polish
mine has native shine
by ash
Farts used to wage war.
Sulfide stench in the trenches.
Damn my wife's big ass!
by Darth Figpucker
a warning then, may
be these are my first words and
far from the last ones
by vhs
well isn't this a
dadaist paraside
so precise, yet not
by Anonymous Poet
what ya on about ?
you're changing like the weather
and i need firm ground
by Praca w Niemczech of U.S.
were not a lot of
these haiku death poems as
samurai's last words?
by kredyt mieszkaniowy
the pocket call with
garbled voices over cell
crackle frack flick flum
by praca w domu of Sandiego
Men who fuck chickens
are known as chicken-fuckers.
Doth Sayeth The Lord.
-1st Corinthians 3:3... or something.
by Darth Figpucker
take my word for it
a life of constant surprise
is pretty tiring
by ash
a prolapsed navel
umbilical hernia
weight lifting malaise
by Lush
Dead dried frog in street.
Frisbee for Philippine kids.
And jerky for lunch.
by Darth Figpucker
well between spambots
viagra ads and so on
get to haiku foks...
even if this pleases the dadaist
in me
by vhs
tamil and camel
smoked a major, hello
from maine, rewind time
by vhs
sleep well
on bed sex well done
just for dreams
by otteri selvakumar of 13,santhiyappa street, otteri, chennai, 600012
moon less sky
frog sing again a sound
a dark
by otteri selvakumar of 13,santhiyappa street, otteri, chennai, 600012
my haiku is not
5-7-5 so what?
search google
by otteri selvakumar of 13,santhiyappa street, otteri, chennai, 600012
moon raped
with black clouds
a rain kiss
by otteri selvakumar of 13,santhiyappa street, otteri, chennai, 600012
love fuck again
in my heart with hot
on the bed
by otteri selvakumar of 13,santhiyappa street, otteri, chennai, 600012
a wall Clock
afternoon 12 hours
thorns body relation
by otteri selvakumar of 13,santhiyappa street, otteri, chennai, 600012
open sky bed
sun and moon sleep
singing stars
by otteri selvakumar of 13,santhiyappa street, otteri, chennai, 600012
so sun hot
summer want too cool
go sun welcome moon
by otteri selvakumar of 13,santhiyappa street, otteri, chennai, 600012
other vise search
again you and yours
body only nude
by otteri selvakumar of 13,santhiyappa street, otteri, chennai, 600012
another outrage
and the signs of the times bear
witness to humans
by vhs
and another day
turns into another day
like those before it
by ash
The hotel had a
Tacky 60's Las Vegas
Sun dried charm to it
by Shirley Smothers
sun oil and towel
swipe the badge to your fave beach
summer as usual
by fabio sassi of bologna, italy
I like it darth, I
like it I love it...
fuck it it's summer
and the outhouses are out
shit in summer fun
by vhs
mind irresolute
body irredeemable
soul behind velvet
by Lush
Disgusting toilet.
Overflowing filth bucket.
Mosquito heaven.
by Darth Figpucker.
I understand how
you feel, I'd like some firm earth
to stand on as well
by vhs
well it's summer and
stormy sometimes, and then it's
quite sunny so shrug!
by vhs
what ya on about ?
you're changing like the weather
and i need firm ground
by ash
yummy, water up
your ass and a dead chicken
in a shell, good stuff
by vhs
Dog stew with carrots!
I'm now in the Philippines.
And there's no TP.
TP is water.
Splashed up under your asshole.
Poured down your back side.
Balot egg for lunch.
A hard-boiled abortion.
Google balot egg.
by Anonymous Poet
people who write are
driven by ego, talent
all too human, and
only the words speak when
we are passed away, echoes
of who we once were
by vhs
history shows the
ruins of man's past living
foundations outside
by vhs
re runs of rock vids
queen ties the screen brian may's
guitar was home made
by vhs
old painting from the
90s, 8 bucks at goodwill
who is the artist?
by vhs
years of hoarding builds
obsolete items and trash
yard sales soon follow
by vhs
the pocket call with
garbled voices over cell
crackle frack flick flum
by vhs
a silent website
not quite 404 the world
overconnected
by vhs
at the drive thru a
bit of sarcasm gets a
cold look from a flip
by vhs
as we become old
more reactionary is
what we lose bad, good?
by vhs
well at least that got
five or six haikus out of
you, desert wine?
by vhs
disregard the guard
batter all bastions blindly
exalt in tumult
by Lush
repetition mine
like the rhythm of your time
mine a gentler clime
by Lush
hierarchy of needs
number one is fun, my son
a sine qua non
by Lush of pardon my Latin
my primary aim
alleviate this ass itch
noble pursuits lost
by Lush
my Important work!
I cleanse the system for us
who are we, shit soak?
by Lush
all hackers assholes
under cloak of purity
leave my asshole reamed
by Anonymous Poet
