When I cry at night
My tears smell like genitals
I fear honky-tonk
by StickyPants of Germany
This isn't really a Hauku
Is it?
That 5-7-5 thing is bullshit
by Ender
Bad Haikus are good
Sometimes good Haikus turn bad
Keep your eye out...wazzah!
by Ender of Dunno
Bush is horrible
Get out of the country now
Don't look behind you
by Ender of Middleofnowhere
....scent of luscious hay
..swaying over golden fields,
......gay finches mating
by ronin@thefarm
...a maple's rusting leaf
silently falls on brown earth
..falls on the brown earth
by ronin@busonland
......Florida caper
seems to suggest a losing
...candidate's despair
by ronin@inlieuofstratfor.com
...sheena's same sex thing
is like dining without forks
.....something is missing
by ronin@freeeedomfighter/braaaaveheartland
..just lightly written
but with strong imagery:
....haiku's tradition
by ronin@traceychapmansworld
Just a gut feeling
You can't read the damned ballot?
You'd better not vote.
by Janis
Too late to vote now
Its NRA forever
HaHa you hippies
by Beorn of The Redwood Empire
i've posted one line
over the toke, too often
who votes i should ditch?
by sheena
speaking of site hits
too many 'fixes' lately
i should really quit
by sheena
ash:
anyway, you can't
you're at "the Bush," not U.S.
so, finally, moot.
by sheena
haiku- to haiku:
we sing in different tones
irregular rounds
by sheena
Beat around the Bush
Just how Gore-y can you get?
Made me wanna Ralph
by T-boner of Land-O-Wud
anarchist at heart
i don't want to vote for bush
i want to munch it
by ash
Blood on the knob guy
Cops make you think of bad sex
Pull your "gun" Soma
by T-boner of Wassamatta U
Soma suck and chug,
Working with hangover king,
My asperin is gone.
by T-boner of Here there and.....
Lots of hits here now
Perhaps it's time for some ads
What will Janis do?
by Aaron
kata, we could go
but then we'd be marked absent
better to surf net
by sheena
sitting in my class
learning about nothing
i want to go home
by kata
washcloth:
dirty joke was you
sorry you missed the punch line
snicker heh heh hee
by Sheena
help me understand
the why and the werewolf cry
introduce the moon
she knows me, i know
but though we are not strangers
we pass and don't speak
nod-and-smile friends
i'd like a conversation
lucid lunacy
by Sheena
feel political
maybe i should just lie down
it will go away
by Sheena
the humor is gone
it sank with the titanic
on the ocean floor
by soma of itsjustmeand2pacagainsttheworld
cops make me nervous
excessive blood on the knob
cant open the door
by soma of whattheelldoesitmatterwhereimfrom?
thinking about me
forces me to realize
the hair on my back
by soma of comingbackformore
lets talk politics:
shall i vote for gush or bore?
or write in soma?
by soma of not in communist russia
t-bone's got the job
staring at a computer
and making money
by soma of not at work
a bunch of lame posts
where did all the humor go?
come on, make me laugh
by dirty washcloth of SantaClara, CA
what a lame excuse
for tying me in this noose
the games that one plays
by jasper of under my sheets
what a poor blind fool
it is not yours to behold
but rather mine own
by jasper of somewhere not there
makes me so dizzy
running in social circles
brief insanity
by jasper of a dream
bouncing in my dreams
what will put my mind at ease
all thoughts are cluttered
by lou of hanging from a tree
yearning for your lips
grasp my body make it roar
blissfulness in touch
by jasper of in a box
Soma and anti
Will they ever really meet
Only in a dream
by T-boner of Land-O-Wood
people's perspectives
pondering priceless pennies
plated in plastic
by trampas of the hills
some fucking people
you just cant expect to much
way too full of shit
by anti-soma of anywhere but california
dog carpets heave sighs
computer hums boys silence
signals crayons on walls
by mount madonna mama
hooded sweatshirted
long johned wool socked brown booted
pink cheeked expectant
by mount madonna mama
oak leaf crisped by frost
a tree cleft holds a dead limb
an ocean of brown
by mount madonna mama
thrill sparked by my words
it's an old indian camp
he runs through the woods
by mount madonna mama
computer junkies
typing toward their destiny
digitized people
by soma of behind that bush
first, five syllables
then seven syllables, then
five. blah blah fucking blah.
by Anonymous Poet
i myself be one
yet i am not unity
he's somebody else
by ash
safest of safe sex
tail with epic precautions
big contraceptives
by ash
i cannot be here
mixing and making word games
this must all be fake
by soma(optional) of somewhere(optional)
Gigantic afro
So impressive to behold
Worship my fluffy head
by Jen of http://www.pixelscapes.com
