Back from Aikido
I missed very much haiku
and I missed mellie
by Saint
Peaceful Spring morning
Steam rises from the cold river
Cow tail rises, it shits
by Bung Daddy
stunned tail-less lizard
cowering in the stairwell
catatonia
by ash
enormous gum tree
afraid your days are numbered
neighbours complaining
tear you limb from limb
saddened as you disembark
pulling down your trunks
deforestation
won't fill me with elation
sad situation
by ash
my wife says to me
no more tahini for you
go play your guitar
by Bruce of St Pete
having dwelt here long
it bores me to have to read
of being caught short
by ash
oh nah , din't mean you
just these excrement junkies
flaming shit-ass kooks
by sheena
what bad light breaks through
yonder Stygian window?
buzzes and glows dark
oh hell has more mouths
more teeth than three snarls hold
all out's in, in's out.
by sheena
shit-eater I'm not
perhaps this is why no one
is talking to you?
by Mari Komadori
where the hell you at?
my friends have all gone away
just shit-eaters here
by sheena, after a while
yes, it's me again
writing another haiku
worse than lots of yours
by Mari Komadori
here I am again
the new girl at bad haiku
is anyone here?
by Mari Komadori
where are the poets?
bad or not, they are comfort
for those read here
by Drophammer
mellie, i know Saint
he's a good guy, though strange, too
give him an e-mail
by Drophammer
can't eat salami
fearing foot in mouth disease
oops I just swallowed
by mellie
anticipation
i am tight as a drum.aaaaahhh
leathered hand ups revs
by mellie
waiting for sainthood
what pope would canonise me?
craving explosion
by mellie
evidence of tools
fashioned by primitive man
in fossilized bones
by mount madonna mama
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
