i hereby resolve
once the chemicals kick in
to be more myself
by ash
Are you a Scorpio too?
That's my fighting side...
It gets carried away...
by Moxie
going off the air
cancelled poetic licence
leaving me speechless
by ash
a new medium
cheaper than a therapist
and much more public
if i was no-one
if i had nothing to say
i'd do it right here
then again instead
i might see the funny side
and get into it
by ash
we are haiku
you will be cha-no-yu
resistance is the flow
by Moxie
to belong somewhere
you need to be accepted
verbose intruder
if you have haiku
just put 'em on the website
this ain't "bad drivel"
by ash
time to get a wood
splitter here, I am obcessed
those logs...
Kokadjo is a place in Maine
where I want to explore those
old logging places
by Moxie
Your words hurt
to the point where
I feel I'll never be good enough
Do my words cause that too
or are they just a nuisance?
by Moxie
when we rolled a log
in my own personal eye
you weren't too speckie
by ash
I want to join in
Not fight
And create
by Moxie of I'd rather work with you
there was a parable about
a log in my eye
and a speck in yours
who has the log?
by Moxie
anarchic poet
creates at the cutting edge
so mysterious
by ash
I do see my sin
It is pride, is it the worst...
I think so, but I will write.
And they will be healing words
by Moxie
repetitive noise
content from a malcontent
go harass others
don't delude yourself
we don't choose to devour us
you pain in the arse
being so precious
perhaps you don't see your sin
being annoying
by ash
Maybe I've ignored you
I've liked a lot of your work
when it wasn't say
"So and so is like this"
And I've played right into it too...
PS... at least 19 is better than say XXX or XXY
by Moxie
Understanding the
estranged views of challenger
nineteen chromosomes
by impro
A group of folks who
find someone to hate and then
when they win, choose from
among themselves, the next
person to devour until
none are left,
And, Grandma does not have a cock, but she does have a hen
by Moxie of cliques
five seven, five sev
en, fiver, seven, fiver
nine, twelve, fifteen, two
by Moxie of ok, let's try this
I don't wear a beret
Goodwill might have one
They can have it
Old Duke and Bowflex
Thanks Jimmy
by Moxie
Can you eat mimes?
Or is it that they're easy prey
And everyone mocks them
Probably
by Moxie
Being different is not bad
Don't think that young man
Maybe Mussolini took over
He didn't last, I won't either
by Moxie
Well, my tree is unclean
Bible says time to chop me down
and burn me
by Moxie
The social is often
misunderstood. I look down on it
as below me
But to play, I need
to know it. That way I can
play, but, make anew.
by Moxie
Anger is this blighter
It turns men into beasts
Must be rabies now...
Ignore grandma's cock
by Moxie
If I can't do "real art..."
Then let's see some then
You're all talking, where's the beef
by Moxie
Let me write here.
Some girl can tell me to sod off
Someone else can tell me to leave
Sod off
by Moxie of well
Wanking is an exit
for the lost, who best said nothing
There is no drivel, only Zuul
by Moxie
Who killed Socrates?
But I'm not smart enough for
Hemlock. Drowned in drivel.
by Moxie of on leaving
Not bad, but didn't
Want a fight, if he goes away
Then, where else does he?
by Moxie
churlish blighter here.
misunderstood? i think not.
moxie has no cock.
intellectual
insults? ignore the bastard.
maybe he'll just leave.
by ap
it's Mellie here
that belle lettres cannot spell
gave me bum steer
(dribble blubber bumma .......)
by mellie
procrastionation
a mindless masturbation
let's do it baby
(ad libitum is my *bon or bob mot*...who's the agent provocateur?......auto da fe ......bete noire.....)
by Mellie aka belles lettres
"i do this and that...
you are diffrent and that's bad"
go fuck yourself man
(i'm not you)
by Josh of the dog god
everyone is nuts
i have my problems, you yours
fire makes me go stiff
by Josh of the dog god
5-7-5 such rules
insignificant zenism
haiku is brain porn
by Josh of the dog god
let's face it baby
intellectualisation
is a mind wanking
(add your own choice of other 'bon mot" here, and then apologise for going on, then drivel on some more even.....)
by ash
Strateigerizing
is down right defunctable
let's poeticise!
by George W. of impro
5-7-5 law
One who 'Mox' Haiku form is
like a talking mime
by impro of making bad worse!
the damp sheets are cool
his large hands remember her
curves and tender flesh
by mount madonna mama
parrot head sinking
bubbles follow vee ripple
silent dinosaur
by mount madonna mama
camoflagued drivel
dribbles down to the lowest
ear in the asshole
by mount madonna mama
suffering artist
misunderstood brooding soul
sod off smartly now
by kevin's girl
holy art thou mox
wholly unholy your ART
your berret's too tight
by kevin's girl
Then, I must learn
How to fool you to think
My drivel is what you want
by Moxie of what do you want?
Poetry can be blood
ego, soul, id, all spilled
this is why you fight so deeply
by Moxie of A question...
In Hadrit Ray movie
threw his writings to their death
to find life in himself
"Those who lose their lives shall find them, those that seek them shall be lost..."
by Moxie of apu
It is like a slice
on the wrist or orange? still
One is sweet, I want...
by Moxie of I hate to keep going
I can count indeed
I don't want to at times so
that was a zen speak
Art is all too often compromise for those who would kill for taste's sake.
by Moxie of not really
I should have left here
Thirty minutes ago, but
badhaiku magnet
by ferret70 of chicago
I ran over a
mime once. He had white gloves and
was waiving at cars
by impro
