If mistakes stay in
the past when we put them there,
letting go makes sense.

may our happiness
increase in isolation
for i hate you all

Mistakes we have made
Haunt us for many reasons
None of them feel good

These mistakes we made
Make us what we are today
So why have regrets?

Can't seem to escape.
I say it's over, then go
right back to the start.

recalling the past
you think i'd get over it
even now i don't

many a long year
and some even longer days
life is full of it

Well-done Dragon Snail
Now you're writing good haiku's
These we can enjoy!

Screaming pain in chest
It tears a man asunder
Torso rent of life

I love your music,
little hippy drummer boy.
Can I play your flute?

A body, a cage,
shapes to hang upon a soul,
stuck within this skin.

if one wants to say
something else, let them eat grapes
and pass the times as

these folks art in thought
and limit things as to when
to keep the...the...pace

we made out last night
never mind bodies entwined
still fancy a shag

Maybe I should find
a less complicated way
to release the pain.

When I missed the point,
differing goals were the cause.
Minimalism?

Restraint of 3 lines
Express minimalism
Multi-line fuckers

Courageously here,
after years of fear and doubt,
I am reaching out.

Exploring freedom
I fled the cruel abuser
who imprisoned me.

The pendulum swings.
Confidence blossoms and wilts.
I will not look back.

Summers full vestage
Surrounded by vivid Green
Senses overwhelmed

Well that told "US"
So lets all get on our knees
Ask for forgiveness

We have met our match?
Worship the self-important!
Who does not need rules!

Its Zabadooey
Returned in disguise? Or what
Huge ego? No brains?

You have potential
Some of your stuff is not bad
So stop writing crap

Simplicity is
sometimes insufficient to
allow expression.

I bend rules to make
them fit my needs rather than
bending to fit them.

I've never been much
for following any rules
except for my own.

If it bothers you,
I can fit tradition, but
it's not as much fun.

Limits are more like
inspirations than rigid
barriers for me.

I agree Haiku
Not Poems broken in lines
But some times you just

Gota express your
self, you know what I mean
Though better than thinking!

george carlin is gone
and I hate the fact he's gone
no more of his jokes

poems divided
into lines of the right length
aren't really haiku

She played herself a
lullaby, but the focus
of fingering her

instrument kept her
from falling asleep. It was
like sex, distracting

from its purpose with
the physicality of
its form. The feel of

fingers on metal
and wood kept her too conscious
to fall into the

auditory shapes
that moved like a mandala
as she closed her eyes.

Is losing the spark
of language, concretion that
connects thoughts to sound

a simple step that
inches so carefully that
we feel no motion

but an absence at
stopping, or is expression
transfigured, growing

into something more
delicate and harder to
capture? Once I had

words like colors or
subtle impressions, changing
like notes of music,

fast enough to sketch
my feelings mid-flight. Now I
have only the wings.

I lost my language
when I lost the bravery
to fail fearlessly.

Creativity
led to punishment, so I
shied away from both.

What doesn't kill me
never makes me stronger. It
just hurts more next time.

Insecurity
prevents expressive freedom.
Don't criticize me.

I stop drawing when
the price is greater than the
pleasure of doing.

You roll your eyes and
criticize the fact that I
am so sensitive.

The situation
implodes and I withdraw. You
are just not worth it.

haiku warrior
I challenge you to battle
I'll be the victor

Nutty castrati
Look, regina dentata
It's just a cigar!

So furry and brown
A beaver with sharper teeth
Chew chew chewbaca!

A careworn merkin
Insert obscure reference here
Keeps the lice at bay

Fecal fingerprints
undigested evidence
Well, what's for dessert?

I give a shit too
silent bears shit in the woods
everybody poops

what i really saw
was an odalisque in brown
thought it too arcane

toilet paper smudge
a Rorschach Test in two-ply
saw a vagina

So you "have a cow"
Where you going to keep it?
You and cow not same?

Existence of cow
allows cowboys to bind them,
No cow, no cowboy.

Spontaneous flow
Brown cows utter fluid hymns,
Milk, cream, butter, ghee.

Unbeknownst to most
observation determines
Drop in the ocean

An old sewage pond
Then a frog goes and jumps in,
my kids have three eyes!

Galactogogues in droves
Seek sweet succor in the teat,
Follow the milky way!

Lumpy proletarians
Invalid validictatorians
Eat of me, allyall.

A brown cow chews cud.
Grass locks on target sunlight
My mother this earth

Lime green limosine (sp?)
Big kids ride in the long car.
Are you not amazed!

When I write a poem
I write what I know is true
Hint at the sublime.

She's feeding the birds
Cacao covered carob nubs
seagulls go caw, caw!

Big bad naugahyde
Indulgent pleather pleasures
A man of the cloth.

A renaissance fair
Puffy skirts and pirate shirts
B.O. Aroma

New age vortex maps
magic's in an open mind
Give me your money.