Yes, single-sided,
single-density, even.
But for the poems,
this whole site would fit
on a five and a quarter
inch floppy diskette.
Though admittedly
not quite so old to have lived
in a flaccid sleeve,
it did indeed first
travel on three and a half
inches of plastic.
by Adam of The Server Side 
 
			
An ancient art form,
an ancient new medium.
It's relative, but
A quarter of a 
century is very old
indeed for the web.
Congratulations
are very much in order
for this Bad Haiku.
by Adam of 1996 
 
			
Your mama. So sweet.
She asked me to have mercy.
I baked her cookies.
by Misogyny is Strength of Matriarchy 
 
			
Your own dear mother
thanked me when I left her bed.
She was still panting.
by The Dozens of Yo Mama Obama 
 
			
No one will step up?
Allright. I will rule from here.
Five syllables. WON.
by Haiku as Fight for Dominance of Beta Males 
 
			
Jamaica Jerk-off:
It's a hilarious take
on the island vibes.
by Rock-steady of Jawbone of an Ass 
 
			
The thing of it is
only one album of his
affects me this way.
by Yellow Brick Gold of Auric Splendors 
 
			
Do you like Elton?
In retrospect, his band ROCKS.
He was really great.
by Bernie Taupin  of Lyrical Prowess 
 
			
Seriously folks,
Janis ought to have a crown 
for our therapy.
by Haiku  of Counseling 
 
			
Oh no I screwed up.
Added extra syllable.
Lost haiku street creds.
by Sir Eltonon John John of Cocaine and Glasses 
 
			
I'm listening to
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road (album)
It really moves me.
by Sir Elton Was a Bit of a Martinette though of 70's Delerium 
 
			
Ooh I'm really mad. 
This wicked world is so bad.
Capital of Chad.
by N'Djamena of Well It Rhymed . . .  
 
			
Solid potato salad
Google the Ross sisters, Darth
Good for what ails you
by sk
 
			
Bear with me, rabbit.
It's your dear fur that I need
Or else I go bare.
by The Deer Escaped Alive of Venison 
 
			
Rabbit, dear, and bear.
Together make hearty stew.
Wear them afterwards.
by So you can gain their spirit powers. of Yeah. 
 
			
Deer is not Kosher.
I told your priest about it.
Eat the beating heart.
by Sometimes we have to be animals.
 
			
My eighth glass of wine.
The potato salad's great,
but, here, try this ham.
by It's so good even Moses would!
 
			
Drink wine. See it shine:
My intelligent design.
Now I end the line.
by Line of Lines of Janisopolis 
 
			
potato salad
in hell sounds like a south park
episode really?
by vhs
 
			
No celebration????
Where's the nude pics of Janis?
The free giveaways?
by ???????????
 
			
That's all fine and good,
but does it exist in hell?
I'd imagine so.
by Anonymous Poet
 
			
potato salad
exists in fly heaven the 
far side told me so
by vhs
 
			
Okay, but try the
potato salad before
it's all gone, you know.
by Don't miss out!
 
			
There's a little Darth
Figpucker in all of us
and it sure feels good
by 6th cup of coffee 
 
			
There is nothing wrong
with being evil today.
Or yesterday too.
by People love it! of In their secret minds. 
 
			
Who was it brought that
divine potato salad
with portobello?
by So unique!
 
			
Mixing molasses
and mayonnaise will give you
malaise... right right right.
by Tell me I'm wrong!
 
			
BifurcatingPoo
am who I be, you see now.
All is revealed.
The piggy squealed.
Prosciutto violate.
Ultraviolent.
Look at all that blood.
Thick tar under the moonlight.
You can swim in it.
Horrible buffet.
The potato salad's good.
But that's about it.
Soon the world will end.
The trillionaires all know it.
Escape while you can.
by Ceti alphs something something
 
			
there is a tension
of control and power that
feels like elastic
being pulled, ready
to break, snap and people feel
malaise in the air
by vhs
 
			
censorious twitter
disliking someone on these
mainstream platforms, my...
they'd have had a boo
hoo hoo in the 90s
then be told to shut
the frak up
by vhs of and I'm the big snowflake on here!   
 
			
me cat is named as
an adorable critter
a secret agent
his name must not be
but 007 kitty
by vhs
 
			
			
Seriously y'all
Thank you for every dumb poem
But die Russian bots
by Janis of SQL custodial staff room 
 
			
Super old website
Some edited css
Man shows up on phone
by Janis of 25 years of light moderation 
 
			
This is my cat's name:
Tremble before Jesus Christ, 
Your Lord and your Judge.
by Kitty Kat of Revelation 
 
			
The Word of the Lord.
We must hear and obey it.
That is our duty.
by Kind of Obvious. 
 
			
what is your cat's name, vhs?
by Starkitten
 
			
it should be shut down
rotten wormy dogs and all
the world will soon end
by Anonymous Poet
 
			
Rotten Chinee man:
I will eat you AND your dog.
With my haiku. Burpp.
by Japanese Nip of Imperial Rising Sun Shogun Forces  
 
			
What works what doesn't 
Matter of practice trial mood
Display, error, blah
by Mox 
 
			
Well blahnik blahnik blahnik 
Let's go blahnik...take
Me to your blahnik
by Mox
 
			
Moxie/VHS:
Your work displays a certain
indecisive blah . . .
by Muh Maine Man  of Moxierama 
 
			
That must be some them
There ruskie bots selling those
Boner pills...bitcoins?
by Mox
 
			
is it just me or
is living solitude a
state of being, not?
by vhs
 
			
my cat will not let
me make my bed as he has
claimed it for himself
by vhs
 
			
well my break ends now
must exercise my right to
move my body now
by vhs
 
			
what can i do to
convince who is on the end
in toronto to
keep it going?
by vhs
 
			
do i have to place
a final note to a place 
i would cry to see
gone...
by vhs
 
			
screen will not shrink, too
simple we have become, no
escape, panopti...
con.
by mox
 
			
the man who speaks of
the rotten verse, i wanted to
pass this place on to
a friend or two :(.
does an emoji count as a syllable?
by Anonymous Poet