inflation limit
al greenspan understands this
economic fart
by ap
wear goggles and gloves
repotting yukkas my god
you could lose an eye
by mellie
It's late and I know
that when I slur and mistype
a British accent
by Betty LeBomb
Tell me that it's true
and me beams will say so too
just because it's you
by Betty LeBomb
If I dial your smile
Would you waste away your while
and run one last mile
by Betty LeBomb
Me not know numbers
Me know Cheetah, monkies, Jane
Me can write haiku
by Tarzan
There once was haiku
At least an attempt or two
Now ruined by you
by Betty LeBomb
Tactics is knowing
what to do if and when there
is something to do.
Strategy, then, is
knowing what to do when there
is nothing to do.
by Quebasa of Krakow
Nine Valentines
9748 - 9740
I can love you now my heart is a SHIELD
by to Matt Groening
Nine Valentines
I can love you now, my heart is a ahiels
my phallus a sar to which you will yeild
"oh, my dear sar!" you say it so weird
I thought that myself; it's not what I've heard!
by to Matt Groening
I offered you love, then I held it back
it came 'round again, an' I was taken aback
to live without, your heart must really be strong
to give it, doubt not, art your arm long?
by to Matt G
let my love's repute precede me
I'll waiter your wants til you need me
my heart on a platter wasn't enough
for your rationalizations: such heady stuff
by to Matt G
never did sissy make such a fuss
pushing my love up a mountain's a bust
but my heart's pounding to roll down over me
'cause dragging me up with it's so unloverly
by to Matt G
it's not many a dog will give up a bone
with a wag of a hope of not being alone
if you don't want it, what'll I do
you'd be heartless to waste such a hardy chew
by to Matt G
"my heart's set on you" would I shut my yap!?
I feel like I'm likely to stumble in my own trap
the bite's too big or the bait's too small
you'll lose a foot freely or not see it at all
by to Matt G
if I wore pajamas covered in hearts
would that restore so many bad starts
would you adore such a desperate pash
please do, else I'm sure to break out in a rash!
by to Matt G
a heart you should seek is a heart you can earn
however, out of your reach; there's a lesson to learn
there may be a trick, as there may be merit
better my heart on a stick, than an edible carrot.
by to Matt G
to waste away, or live love too fast
at least we can say, we'll find peace at last.
if I died for love and you were only plucked;
I hope it's remembered, both lovers are fucked.
by to Matt G
chili for dinner
green onions and cheese, hard rolls.
blow sheets off the bed
"open the window,
sleep in the guest room" she says
much methane madness
by ap
Snakes! Yes, snakes live here.
God's error these creatures are.
Scare the shit from me.
venomous bastards
seem so extreme as such
just to kill a mouse
by ap
cool dark night surrounds
while spring peepers serenade.
loud little fuckers.
by ap
no contemplation
and never meditaion
sold my brain for beans
by ap
TV is vast wasteland
you ain't just whistlin' Dixie
Tom Green Show is on
by Mr. Blue Sky
I watch birds have sex
cable tv is so strange
Marlin Perkins spins
by Mr. Blue Sky
K-Mart or Wal-Mart
where will I find the best deal
Blue light shows the way
by Anonymous Poet
betty lebomb yeah!
ideas rolling around.
let'em out betty.
by ap
cell phone in one hand
hard line in the other hand
laptop blinks email
by ap
ranting and raving
whining crying and bitching
but not bad haiku
not bad poetry
no discernable meaning
a cry for pity?
by ap
can they get it right ?
enough streams of consciousness
it's 5 - 7 - 5
by ash
Confidence artificial
sort of given by practice...
At worst it leads to
My own thing is God
by Moxie of self help...
It's that experience
that I'm getting old when I
seem to bounce off some
shell of a girl blunt
answers, but it's the back off
my boyfriend is stoned.
I don't want to give
him away Moxie, you might just
be a narc...I am.
by Moxie of who's this stoner kid...?
i am i am i
said i'm not myself i'm not
dead i'm not for sale
so keep your bank roll
lott'ry eat your salad day
death bed motorcade
by impro of nod to stp
Been out of office
Trying to get house stuff done
So I can move in.
by Saint
how lonely my dark
desolation and shadow
where is our saint, now?
oh that I would die
rather than endure this pain
where is our priest, now?
by Drophammer of from a lonely place
gingerly padding
my stinking pouting ass with
toilet sand paper
by Buns_of_Steel of Dallas, TX
Electrical light
Melted my feet, burned my sight
You sparkled so bright
by Betty LeBomb
One day I did play
With oceans and crashing waves
I long for that day
by Betty LeBomb
I thought it was glue
How it stuck to me and you
This thick haiku stew
by Betty LeBomb
Remifeminist?
What a fucked up commercial
Ads are so boring
by Stavesacre of Little Rock
mellie, the juicer!
unafraid but unfilling
fuck farce be with you!
by boo
what did I come here
for tai chi or chi tea, duuhh!
do you remember?
by Confused such says
cradled in both hands
thumbs gently pulling back skin
aromatic bliss
it's bursting with juice
parting lips salivating
I slip it straight in
by mellie, dedicated to the mandarin
the earth spins in the
direction opposite the
motion of my feet
by impro
irritating itch
drives you nuts till you scratch it
and pick at the scabs
by mellie
starting again now
starting from scratch is so cool
you undo mistakes
by mellie
and staring from scratch
only way up is right way
carefully does it
by mellie
snag for feminists
could be the itchy pussy
I'd give it a scratch
by mellie
within delusion
to discard disillusion
start that infusion
by ash
an itchy scrotum
empathy notwithstanding
offends feminists
by ash
