plastic wrapped porches
whipped by winds of poverty
wait for winter's death
by A. Musing (not)
bypass metaphor!
leap out of the sordid world!
live your bad haiku!
by the snowy mountains outside my windows
moxie, you little ego
squeal swirling around
a make-believe name
by Anonymous Poet
new age credo, I
believe in it, so it must
therefore be true
moxie credo, if
I poop on it, it smells like
me, God! the world stinks
by Anonymous Poet
Parachute without
strings, a chocolate teapot,
a moxie haiku
by Anonymous Poet
in a race second
place is just the first loser,
who won human race?
by Anonymous Poet
In a race, second
place is just the first loser,
who won haiku race?
by Anonymous Poet
guy comes into a
bar....orders a drink...shouts..ALL
LAWYERS ARE ASSHOLES
guy down at end of
bar says, Hey! I resent that!
first guy sez, Why? are
You a Lawyer? second
guy sez No but I'm an asshole!!!
yuk yuk yuk
by Anonymous Poet
fine, i'm an asshole -
but now that's out of the way,
the "more..." link's busted
by scott the meddler
driving home from work,
beautiful sunset, cows on
a hill against the
sunset, until a
bull climbs onto another
cow, and goes for it
by k
i'm dressed as a clown
i'm holding a human head
i'm watching tv
by Chip The Giant Maggot
thank goodness haiku
keeps me sane in times of stress
wish work were as fun
by Jane of Princeton
the thesis is due
in seventeen or so days
after that, long sleep
by Jane of Princeton
Scott the meddler .. err
mentor... works for me even
though I am not ash
by BrainFart- http://www.thefulldeck.com/
looming but unseen
Scott is in his sewing room
shuttles back and forth
by Boston gal
i've been wool-gath'ring
long enough to spin a yarn
think i'm fleecing them
by scott (jump right in)
when fabricating
make sure it's the finest wool
pulled over the eyes
by A. Musing (sorry couldn't resist)
my project today:
fabricate my old timesheets
think i'll use whole cloth
by scott
of course t'was just I
havin' a bit of a laugh
freezing my arse here
by Boston gal (not Kayla's sis at all...)
spring is in the air
squirrels do it in the trees
tho' nineteen degrees
by Kayla's lil sister
so who is this guy?
the royalist who hates queens
an ex-new yorker?
by scott
by scott (sorry folks for that bad link - not the one i was talking about)
talking of sport sport
bulls roaring at the gabba
how's ya finger stu?
by mellie
deep thought of the day
can't wait for spring vacation
diving in the Turks
by just three weeks to go!
March madness marches
On, OregOn in the lead...
nerds can like spOrts tOO....
by k of not a big sports fan...but rOOting for OregOn anyway
all this March madness
college basketball ennui
when will it be gone?
by Boston gal
when i was thirty
seems like only yesterday
thanks to dementia
by ash
please don't be kayla...
oh, my day has been brightened
i plead entrapment
by scott (you're all my witnesses)
thoughts do not exist
there are only sensations
- deep thought of the day
by scott, ouch indeed...
scott is thirty, eh?
here I was flirting away
thought he was younger
by ouch
botryoidal rot
without chemicals you've got
very decent red
by Bacchae
cold, sweet, chemical
prickling bubbles on my tongue
tell me I'm alive
by scott (in 2D, once again)
spring is here again.
a young man's thoughts turn to
by scott
wouldn't you just love
to know what i told my friends
the next day? you bitch.
by transient of www.setfiretoeveryone.org
i would love to write
in praise of roadside flowers
but they make me sneeze
by scott
a "bad man" weighs in...
janis, erase the address?
kayla, don't post it
by scott (and I did like your haiku)
fuhgeddaboudit
by Boston gal
http://ae.boston.com/haiku/new_haiku
by Boston gal
once upon a time
author at boston dot com
rambled on and on
by A. Musing
The cusp of danger
It must be where you exist
If indeed you do
by Janis
if you are yourself
disregard my squalid jibes
keep up the good work
by ash
kayla i wonder
federal lolita bait
or maybe moxie
by ash
I liked your haiku
kayla, but stay away from
the bad men....ie....
moxie...ronin....bung.....scot.....ap.....paver.....and many, many more
by Anonymous Poet
someone street-proof that
child, or at least bad-haiku
proof her! no addresses honey.
by Anonymous Poet
but some of us have
TOO comfy dial-ups...some jet
chair ASDL
by Anonymous Poet
our universe is
an internet connection
and the comfy chair
by ash
tropical greyness
dripping blanket floats above
the water pours down
by ash
take away the world
but don't cut my connection
happy e-limbo
by ash
