her eyes tipped upward
her wet lips parted slightly
she shrugs and then sighs
by mount madonna mama
her stomach clenched
she applies pipewrench to drain
vain search for contact
by mount madonna mama
recently erased
chalk dust drifting faint traces
of word shaped ideas
by mount madonna mama
curling like a leaf
past its season leeched of hue
she breathes carefully
by mount madonna mama
down the darkened hall
his eyes travel to the door
opening slowly
by mount madonna mama
chill wind whips her cheeks
tendrils of hair in her mouth
the red scarf flutters
by mount madonna mama
Man! that bitch at work
sure, she listens to 'light jazz'
to her-mad cow death
by Bruce of St Pete
ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!
i can't let an hour pass
with no bad haiku
by the fourth way(t.e.s.) of seattle
i'm gonna fry up
nessie in a big skillet
that's some good eatin!
by the eighteenth syllable (t.f.w.) of seattle
don't translate the words
transmogrify your conscious
and flee to Loch Ness
by Drophammer
http://world
.altavista.com/
use that to translate
by the fourth way of seattle
Todos los ninos estan wacking,
Y no parecen como los perros castrados.
acaso comieron un perro caliente?
by Anonymous Poet of Hell No
El Dolor es como boca.
En la trompa y la boca, el
corazon es como mi trompa
by Anonymous Poet of Hell No
masterwhacking and
monsterjacking in my new
ovaltine jumpsuit
by Drophammer
jackin ta kathy?
that's like a woman jackin'
off to mister T
by the fourth way (t.e.s.) of seattle
see me masturbate
whack whack whack whack whack whack whack
i love kathie lee
by raging johnson of cube farm CTP2E
the crawling chaos
creeping closer to your mind
Nyarlathotep
by H.P. Lovecraft
Janis - do not fret
My house burned down last August
still not moved back in
by Saint
When does it all end?
Living out of some boxes
I must find a home
by Janis of Toronto
I have I C Q
six five five zero five two
Can I hear from you?
by Saint
chafing, the meaty
tube of salami slams me
i grope blindly, help!
by meaty
I'm too sexy for
this bad haiku. Too sexy
for all of you too!
by Saint
What are you doing?!?!
Drinking an import, watching
the market report.
by Saint
Copy D-N-A?
ribonucleic acid
R-N-A That's how!
by Saint
My ass cheese awaits
For Drophammer to eat it
Yum, Yum, I want some.
by Saint
previous santa?
with lots of culotte problems?
are you committed?
by Anonymous Poet
I have a headache
Searing pain in my eyeballs
I'm going home now
by Demento
santo previo
con problemas de culo
by piperboy of Chicago, IL USA
length only matters
in the Japanese Haiku
English tells to much
by Grog (Ok so it was 3-6-3 ) of Seattle
the evil i wrought!
five-seven-five. other bad
poems go elsewhere.
by Anonymous Poet
What the hell is this?
United Nations haiku?
Damn Global Econ.
by The Eighteenth Syllable(t.f.w.) of seattle
Check your second lines
carefully Grog. They often
have more than you want.
by Anonymous Poet
grog, they lied
it IS important.
listen not
by the fourth way (t.e.s.) of seattle
No estoy bueno
mis pantalones sucio
es de mi culo
by Saint
length is not
important, only you.
tell someone.
by Grog (3-5-3 HA!) of Seattle
enamorado
las chicas me encantan
yo quiero amor
by piperboy of Chicago, IL USA
wo die Eselsmischmaschine ist, die mich in der Nacht mit K
by TropfenHammer
fire, mom, cats, taco
cool...haiku in spanish.. lets
call that stuff "spaiku"
by the fourth way (t.e.s.) of seattle
gibbering nonsense
unrelated actions in words
confusion is here
by Grog of Seattle
i have a big zit
it screams in pain and redness
wipe the mirror clean
by piperboy of Chicago, IL USA
i am a rebel.
rules can never control me.
six syllables, who cares!
by Anonymous Poet
mi mono frota
con gatos en mi taco
madre enfuego
by Martillo de la Gota
neanderthal dude
australopithecene chick
post-modern-baby
by the fourth way (t.e.s.) of seattle
Priests and cannibals
Prehistoric animals
Happy dead come home
by Shriekback
I will be back soon
I must bury a quaker
relief on the way!
by Saint
well gooney goo goo!
goodness gracious! golly gee
willickers! gosh gosh!
by the fourth way (t.e.s.) of seattle
hyperthermophiles
very interesting word
heat loving creatures
by Saint
sorry...wrong mellie
it's my silly name for my
cut watermelon
by The Eighteenth Syllable of seattle
Mellie is stuffed in
my basement in a trash bag
mu ha ha ha ha
by The Eighteenth Syllable of seattle
