my ruby is the best
she's such a pleasure to me
growing blissfully
by mellie
My scabs having grown
High enough to pick, I breath
A sigh of relief.
My testicles shrink
From my relentless clawing,
I then whank madly
by scott, who loses control of his personalities and language skills when in bliss...
I bounce by the waves
on a sandy trampoline
under a shade tree
by Betty LeBomb
your breadth of knowledge
is syntactically bereft
next time, breathe your breath
by scott to fake scott (feel like i'm in an old star trek episode)
through eucharism,
dyed milk solids become cheese
yes, it takes faith
immortality
served at the golden arches
it's the styrofoam
by the REAL scott (hey, i was just spoofed for the first time in a long while...it's quite a thrill, isn't it, punk?)
my scabs have grown
high enough to pick, and then
breath a sigh of joy
by scott
a christ-like figure
who entreats us to eat him
(with a side of fries)
by scott (still cheesy)
Mark Morris Dance Group
is one that rhymes with silver
(ballet magazine)
by Boston gal
a seedy fellow
who knows how to grease a palm
that mayor mccheese
by scott (now THAT was some good bad haiku, chowderhead - thanks)
Man of the people
tireless public servant
McCheese for Mayor
by Chowderhead
Cosmic mystery
unknowable enigma
Who let the dogs out?
by Chowderhead
Brash iconoclast
voice of a generation
Weird Al Yankovic
by Chowderhead
metes out street justice
curmudgeon with heart of gold
Andy Sipowicz
by Chowderhead
My ode to color
has hit a major snafu
What rhymes with silver?
by Chowderhead
mushy bean curd soup
they call it nouvelle cuisine
overpriced tasteless slop
by Chowderhead
The black smog you spew
is eroding my statues
pulling rainbows down
by Betty LeBomb
Being born again
was an affordable thing
late in this season
by Betty LeBomb
I have sold my soul
to a taxi car driver
for a large grapefruit
by Betty LeBomb
nice sun! like the spokes
of a bicycle tire
flashing in the light.....
by k of to scott
weird that with all your
web design knowledge you can't
make a URL
by k of to gary k (aka comicat)
I'd eat chicken feet
Oh, the voodoo that you do
K.F.C.: Grease Maven
by One of the Mike Myriad of yeehaw pardner
the new arrival
requires diaper rash cream
welcome my new
sunby scott (A&D of all things...)
bold senorita
heartily eats taco bell
essence follows her
by A. Musing
big mexican lunch
big mexican lunch stomach
big mexican farts
by dirty washcloth of SantaClara, CA
garden of the gods
unusual creations
simply erosion
by Boston gal (back from Colorado)
The link didn't work
Oh well...got to resort now
to the old method:
http://comicat.deviantart.com
(copy, paste, look!)
by ComiCat of Jerzey
Doppler sounds, hear?
Here! Bikes, leather, helmets, boots.
Blurry and loud, yess!
by ComiCat of Jerzey, WORKING LINK
Doppler sounds, hear?
Here! Bikes, leather, helmets, boots.
Blurry and loud, yess!
by ComiCat of Jerzey
1 2 3 4 5
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
1 2 3 4 5
by Anonymous Poet
can you dig the moon
now my dreams are realized
wow a long shovel
by Robert X
yes that is my nose
i simply loath bananas
shut up that is mean
by Robert X
pigeons on the roof
pollaking windshield canvass
time to buy a cat
by Robert X.
gain understanding
the paradigms always
equal twenty cents
by Robert X. of PDX, OR
No one seems to know
that black plumey smoke means that
Bangkok is on fire
by Betty LeBomb
I climbed to the top
and above the flavor brown
one, maybe two, stars
by Betty LeBomb
Feet lay in the street
clipped off by the passing cars
left to feed the dogs
by Betty LeBomb
Swift flick of the wrist
and twist of the pelvis shot
a bananna out
by Betty LeBomb
I knew it divine--
orange glowing monk flossing
at the gas station
by Betty LeBomb
My Jimmy Hedrix
experience has occured
behind the Starbucks
by Betty LeBomb
Mangey Bankok dog,
you are only out-numbered
by motorcycles
by Betty LeBomb
yeahyeahyeah
by ronin@amdrunknanddeepintoofficepoliticsfuckingshit
Droopy, hangy teets
with a look left and then right
Bangkok dog crosses
by Betty LeBomb
Yellow sticks of gum
pom-poms shaking in Bangkok--
Lipton Tea Dancers
by Betty LeBomb
what would Chicken John
do? you should ask that question
instead, carny's rule!
by k
sleep deprivation
I wouldn't mind it so much
if it followed sex
by dirty washcloth of SantaClara, CA
What would jesus do?
They use light bulbs as weapons
Balance transfer works.
by Janis
I sit quitely
listening to the pounding
will they come for me?
still louder it gets
strange tongues, strange footsteps approach
cave walls splattered red
by dirty washcloth of SantaClara, CA
Haiku disclaimer:
toronto has two syllables
just like so: TRON - TOE
by transient of www.setfiretoeveryone.org
toronto skyline from
transient's house juxtaposes
tower and churches
by transient of www.setfiretoeveryone.org
i watch you sleeping
pregnant tummy like a globe
snoring obscenely
it's my turn for now
you'll get your insomnia
when the milk come in
by ash
