plovers on the edge.
jet screams up the runway,look
is that some mir up there?
Aunt Lucy's flying
till smallest speck in the clouds; bye.
Aunt Lucy was high.
by mellie ,for my dear Lucy
Master mesmerized?
Others in the palm of his hand
Held off "the coming"
Sweet Jesus,My God!
Member in his own circle
Not just a one off?
by mellie
embarrassingly
it should have been my handheld
as the opener
by ash
O masterful Ash
Left to his own devices.
Really want to know?
by mellie
handheld device
amaze me with your power
i am the master
by ash
always liked my palm
but now it's electronic
am i a wanker ?
by ash
LA to TO
'big city' woman? janis
come to 'la la' land
by british columbia
the dirty zebra
chases mount madonna girl
his hoofs are horney....
by Anonymous Poet
"Life's a waiting room
I hope they don't call me soon"
My bills are caught up
by Hike U
Beautiful Asses
Though their duty is simple
Can get me right off!
by Hike U
Macy Gray can sing!
Yeah right, and Stevie Wonder
can also read lips.
by Hike U
Without Faith No More
I have no more faith at all
Or, did I ever?
by Anonymous Poet
within the mirror
shall the real world be defined
in the apparent
by soma of gettinexistential
sitting on a tree
s-o-d-o-m-i-e
leave some there for me
by unconceding
Kilimanjaro
snows nearly gone, take it all
off, mount madonna!
by boo
And don't worry Ash
I hired myself last week
I'm doing just fine
by Janis
I drank too much beer.
Oh yeah, thats what lunch looked like.
Back to drinkin beer
by Vert
Two years in L.A.
This city has a bad rap
It's really quite nice
The weather the beach
The sand, the fun, the stars
The mountains: all good
by Janis
I have 10 more days
In fair Santa Monica
I'm Toronto bound.
by Janis of Santa Monica
Spanking the monkey,
cyber slacking on the clock
A happy worker
by Toots
freed by tired theme
of the fecally ensnared
wash my boots and split
by mount madonna mama
help me I am trapped
out on the african plains
zebras are coming
by mount madonna mama
Paver, the corn King
eating corn from bottom up
He just love that Poo.
by Bung Daddy
bright patterns all laid
out on the african plains
provide fine contrast
by mount madonna mama
crude canoes hollowed
out on the african planes
need some finish work
by mount madonna mama
astral projection
out on the african planes
strange geometry
by mount madonna mama
expatriots fly
out on the african planes
now they're fucking gone
by mount madonna mama
muffled shovel thunks
punctuate the falling snow
breath fogs a window
by mount madonna mama
Stripes, hooves, and loud grunts
Out on the African plains.
Dirty zebra love.
by Vert
exposed to the light
underbelly of found stone
dries in pale sunlight
by mount madonna mama
carved cruelly
your initials in my skin
you think you own me
by mount madonna mama
If I had done fewer drugs
this Haiku would be better
but would I write it? raindrops
by Anonymous Poet
Satellite in orbit
casts views of Earth from NASA
sofa spacemen gaze
by Danny Kissane
The statue created
anatomically real
makes me gawk
by Danny Kissane of Oneonta, NY
i hate to wear jeans
that are wet from a rain storm
it will chafe my crotch
by matt lundin of miami, florida
i hate to wear jeans
that are wet from a rain storm
it will chafe my crotch
by matt lundin of miami, florida
Retierment home
Her old dry box makes friction
Jizz on wrinkled tits
by Vert
behind this image
screams "one of us, one of us"
and we must answer
by ash
and yet i recall
databases corrupted
but then, aren't we all
by ash
Bad Haiku! So fine...
Grateful to have the site back
Don't tell Bung Daddy!
by Paver
Don't sweat it, Janis
Lost haiku? Oh what the fuck!
We'll just write some more
by Paver
I'm glad you're back now
Still beyond the monitor
Typing your haiku
by Janis
cedar waxwings, spring
drunk, on winter berries, fly
up!!!!!!!!!chasing the hawks...
by Whiterock bohemian
from February fifth
to March sixth - missing! haiku
battle unconceding-
something discovered,
uncovered: that you aren't to
see or know - WHAT HO!!
by unconceding
study on the brain
filling in the gain of pain
hear it takes a train
by matusek/squared
turning corners still,
from where was to where she will,
till that proves to nil
by matusek/squared
everyone is not,
every thot only thot,
not a sound from her.
by matusek/squared
when you live in rain,
washing thru you...finally,
sometimes, made to cry.
by boo-bashoo
man stands alone, in
forest without woman; is
he still always wrong????
by found haiku
tongue lashing given
howls,whining,moaning just spur
me on.Keep it up!
by mellie
