state of your bowls
state of mankind, the cosmos
together: happy bung
by Caifu dre pavre
there ain't any doubt
pollution is a dog's breath
yet a world remains
by ash
Thrive on hard yakka?
What the hell is hard yakka?
Can you eat this stuff?
Not worried at all.
Just wondering what you think
about this project.
Write me a haiku
Make certain it's really bad.
We communicate.
by Matt - FOR MELLIE of Bali
Jane% will return all
poems that anyone named
Jane has written...huh?
Just who is this jane%
and why is she sending back
this other janes poems?
by the average bad haikuist
adverbs modify
the adjectives qualify
grammar rules OK
by mellie : AGAIN!
Poo is business
so is trash landfills poo pipes
toilet paper too
by Margo
state of my bowels
is nobody's business
excepting mine own
by mellie
yank spank wank yee ha
yes i like it sam i am
beats mellie for sure
by Dr Ruth
Mellie aint the worst
that's gotta be my first
chill out, take a poo
by Paver
fox box lox near far
car house mouse louse plane train rain
no sam let me be
by seuss-san
Mellie goes for Mel
She is the greediest cunt
Living in a void
by self portrait
alarm clock, jolt up
shaking, sweating, oh thank god
colostomy nightmare
by happy bung
ya bloody drongo
wanking is not the real deal
ya fucking idiot
by mellie: boo hoo. blub blub
hey, don't be woeful
colostomy bag stinking
with shit from Pa's hip
by mellie
injustice system
criminal insanity
sick killing the sick
by mellie : FOR GEE DUBYA
old friends avert eyes
ignore odor, don't mention
colostomy bag
by woeful of bung
To Poo is to Be
Love is serendipitous
Poo is life's constant
by BORIS
Nantucket fellow
dick long many kisses, hmmm
ponder ear coitus
by Paddy Hirikawa
snow, maybe no snow.
weathermen have no idea
the tow trucks await
by beth of Kansas
oh mother, mother
your convulsions have wreaked woe
wrong-way birth canal
like a vain labor
lord, lord the mangled infants
weep for india
by sheena
thin brown broken limbs
like saplings in a typhoon
uprooted,blown down
by sheena
crushed beneath the earth
children like fallen atlas
too small to bear it
by sheena
Hark, my brown eyes see,
Rascal eating kitty do
Auh, Almond Rocha
by Margo
When I poo I smile
turd honking for right of way
colon blows, nice pile
by Ricard, not Paver
dark brown knowing eyes
I am not the devil, I
am a TERRIER
by Rascal
the arsenic and
mercury laced waves still SOUND
wonderful, problems.......?
by what problems?
Yap, yap, growl and snap
Blame cat for crap on carpet
Boris - rag, mop, rat?
by Rascal
around and around
squint, sniff, my unfruitful quest
the search never ends
by Margo
black dog races, jumps,
swims; the ocean tastes so good!
dog yummy, dead shit...
by pigdog
Bark, trash, shit and pee
Devil my guide and master
Rascal - dog ? bastard
by Boris
vanished souls, and our
children who listened so well,
no blue sky for them
by pigdog
black dog clicks down hall
jaunty, friends nose pokes into
computer room; walk!!!?
by pigdog
beef stew and moth balls
I smell an old man
an old man I am
by not mike
anarchy is dead
long live qualitativeness!
don't need you to poo
by boo of boo-who?
Kiss hole complacency
entropy-like outcome
of a life of greed
by pigdog
Not hard at all Matt
I read it all don't worry.
Thrive on hard yakka.
by mellie, for matt in Bali. rsvp anon
Government is just dull
This monster of politicos
We use as scapegoat
by Moxie of hmm...
Charlie Brown lifestyle
27, still at home on line
and still bust a ku
by Moxie of hey, pick on me...
Hey Mellie, you there?
Maybe you read my letter.
Is it too much work?
by Matt Cole of Bali
where in universe
is she, beyond or in my
heart; fat lady sing!
by matusek/squared
where in universe
by matusek/squared
bad haiku like
ball-a-dick'sleave poignant gaps-
stuff of pregnancies
by boo of melegonot4me
the dubya in twat
double dog dare ya to swat
bottom suckers, at
americans all
in a competition: who'll
be most pathetic
by unconceding of white Outhouse
Floating on a cloud
etherealization
really and truely
by mellie
please ask these questions:
how? when? why? where?what extent?
adverbs are useful
by mellie
Reverently I'd
kiss his ring; black hole or not.
His Holiness Ash.
by mellie, for you Boo
what some think is real
some may think ethereal
they need more ether
by ash
after we're all gone
the blue planet will remain
still quite beautiful
by ash
really so weary?
incredible! thinking real
thoughts not bullshit mate
by mellie
