man is competitive
on a Satanic level
this website is a prime example
by Anonymous Poet
Man would like to set
himself up as God and will
cry no fair on Judgement Day
by Anonymous Poet
ah, ash, I believe
you speak the competition
of MAN who would set himself
up as God. Hell is full of
such people...Hitler for example
by Anonymous Poet
indulge no fear, ash
over shoulder none encroach
do spew the haiku
by maestro
was just wondering
gwenhyfar and boston gal
written by same hand?
by inquiring minds think so...
a break in the clouds
the wind and the lone heron
together take flight
by Gwenhyfar
in the old orchard
the whiteness of snow flowers
unexpected blooms
by Boston gal
As I walk outside
I can see my every breath
just twenty three degrees
as we wait for snow
so the kids can all go out
to make their snowmen
by some internet chick
funny about hell
it can be just like heaven
to somebody else
you make your own world
a matter of conscious choice
not divine planning
by ash
sexuality
and fundamental dogma
make strange bedfellows
by ash
Good Evening to all
I see we are all showing
love for each other
Please dont start on me
I just hope everyone is
doing good tonite
by some internet chick
Everything is a statement
some statements are simple and short "fuck off Moxie" for example.
other people feel the need to express
deeper ideas and let go of their hatreds...
in other words do you want to spend an eternity in hell with moxie or accept Jesus Christ as your lord and savior?
by Anonymous Poet
to ap, a warning
if I'm bisexual, is it wise
to tell me to fuck off?
what if it is in your direction?
by Anonymous Poet
If a person is
not saved, then some believe
eternal damnation
some believe the saved
to be living a life now
eternally damned living
by Anonymous Poet
the chicks on the side
of the streets, arrayed like meat
do they desire flight...
by Moxie
Jeremy, being a Scorpio
needs to become a born again
so he can, be more creative
and, myself, needs to become
less hypocritical so, I can
shake off stuff as "of the world"
by Moxie
wingless pigeon chicks
splayed on the walkway. I step
around them, no grief.
by k
fuck off moxie
by Anonymous Poet
hmm to live at home, 29
mcydees and another job
controversial, outspoken, stupid
lacking confidence, mocking all
living and dying in, small showers
by Anonymous Poet
She's off to work in
Fiji, will miss her, might start
hitting the kava
by onjaysun
The shocking truth of any matter
is it seems all our great writers
are dead and we are all
poetic re-runs, but Gen X must die
at some point too...
by Anonymous Poet
Little cannoli
came back through my door, hugged her
Squeezed the filling out
by onjaysun
working at Reny's
large warehouse
many problems
many advantages
no one solution
no one simple way
by Anonymous Poet
ash moxie mellie
I really enjoy a good one
a menage a trois
so ash is the top
and mellie's on the bottom
in the top three list
moxie's number two
a piggie in the middle
and who has the cock ?
by mellie
by k_of_the_violet_flame_and_other_wacky_outer_space_cults of I AM!
k is wrong again,
Anonymous Poet is
the first, with the most
by Anonymous Poet
You can pick your friends
You can even pick your nose
Don't pick your friend's nose
by Mac of Loserville
damn, the preceding
should have been attributed
to the lone maestro
by maestro
i do not aspire
to dampen the ashen mound
a daunting prospect
by Anonymous Poet
The banality
Of this whole endeavour keeps
me nicely sedate
by Janis of Toronto
no inspiration
absence of profundity
i embrace this site
by maestro
k may think it's bad
sure i write lots of haiku
but then, who's counting ?
by ash
looming before you
largely unavoidable
the rest of your life
by ash
new uncertainties
honed by old anxieties
rake me like a knife
by ash
i should get a life
but i write haiku instead.....
oh, this IS my life
by ash
yes, i remember
8/20/2001
although not fondly
by scotch (thx for the stats & the preview fix!)
i hold 12th place in
stats for badhaiku poets
who post the most here
I'm not sure, but it
can't be a good thing, at least
I'm not ash in 1st
by k
where is everyone?
badhaiku can be lonely
when avoiding work.....
by k
listening to tom
waits while coding is just
the ticket I need.....
by k of Blood Money
Jackfruit
My body is like the jackfruit on the branch:
my skin is coarse, my meat is thick.
Kind sir, if you love me, pierce me with your stick.
Caress me and sap will slicken your hands.
by Anonymous Poet
Autumn Landscape
Drop by drop rain slaps the banana leaves.
Praise whoever sketched this desolate scene:
the lush, dark canopies of the gnarled trees,
the long river, sliding smooth and white.
I lift my wine flask, drunk with rivers and hills.
My backpack, breathing moonlight, sags with poems.
Look, and love everyone.
Whoever sees this landscape is stunned.
by Ho Xuan Huong
Snail, snail, glister me forward,
Bird, soft sigh me home,
Worm, be with me.
This is my hard time.
by Roethke of a greenhouse in Michigan
The most important act of a
poem is to reach further than the page, so that we are aware of
another aspect of the art. This will introduce us to its
spiritual essence. This essence has no limits.
What we are setting out to do is to delimit the work of art, so that it
appears to have no beginning and no end, so that it
overruns the boundaries of the poem on the page.
All of the arts share this need for delimiting.
Coleridge said that a poem must be both obscure and clear.
This is what we search for in our poem,
this beautiful balance between the hidden and the open.
What is this poem that appears to be opening within our hands?
by Anonymous Poet
"how deep is the sea?
no one really knows for sure..."
-from "Fishing with John"
by k_avoiding_coding_the_last_part_of_this_app_through_ANY_distraction
How far is Far Rock?
How far away is away?
How vast is the map?
by inquiring minds want to know
Terminal Lake
Although they know no other waters
and have no creation myths,
the fish don't like it here: no way out,
no river to swim upstream or down.
Terminal Lake squats there,
its belly filled by springs, oh rain
and ice and snow. It's deep,
Terminal Lake, and no one's gone to the bottom
and come back up.
All's blind down there, and cold.
From above, it's a huge black coin,
it's as if the real lake is drained
and this lake is the drain: gaping, language-
less, suck- and sinkhole.
-Thomas Lux
by k_who_will_not_post_a_haiku_right_now of Underwater
actually, make that
urban SNOB instead of slob
suits me better
by urban snob
crack head asks us how
to get to Far Rockaway
look at a map, jerk
by urban slob
ask a floating oak
for sound advice and it says
"No, I'm a split pear"!
by word salad
