Autumnal rapture
Vertiginous color schemes
LSD and me
by Maestro of Manhattan
Preceding poet
Comprehends not irony
Nor novelty... trite
by Maestro of Manhattan
Beauty doth reside
within the beholder's eye.
Yours must be jaundiced.
by A Beauty Within
Three cheers for beauty
All else is speculative
To hell with reason
by Maestro of Manhattan
Asymmetrical
And laden with soft features
No one shall love you
by Maestro of Manhattan
Devoid of talent
Forced to play the triangle
No future for you
by Maestro of Manhattan
oligarchy reigns
'neath democratic facade
vote with a bullet
by Maestro of Manhattan
Rendered so morose
By ashen ruminations
Someone throw a pie
by Maestro of Manhattan
reminiscences
torn fragments of a lifetime
which was often ripped
by ash
the wisdom of age
is youthful stupidity
warped by slow motion
by ash
this life is a yawn
first youthful vigour deserts
then you die slowly
by ash
Green Bay FudgePackers
And the Pittsburgh Butt Pirates
Calgary Flamers
by Sporto
This humidity
Has volumized my ass hair
Into a bouffant
by Maestro of Manhattan
Sharp analysis
Of a stabbing anal cyst
For the annals, sis
by Maestro of Manhattan
...then would you believe
he's off and haunting the Chief...
Control just goes on...
by Agent 86²
Agent 86
CONTROL's top spy. KAOS foe.
Maxwell Smart is dead.
-- dedicated to Actor Don Adams who died on September 25, 2005.
"I asked you not to tell me that"
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, AZ
Saturday, had fun
lost O'Hare, cheated toll and
back in Californ'
by onjaysun of frogtown
Friday, Yard sales with
Aunt, Sears Tower, Chrome bean, rode
Loop and cookie dough
by onjaysun of frogtown
Thursday, with Uncle
spiked cars, funeral home golf,
Volo cars, Sox lose
by onjaysun of frogtown
Wednesday, Sand dune ride
Notre Dame, I-80 mess,
sweet home Chicago
by onjaysun of frogtown
Tuesday, Battle Creek,
Cereal City, Gilmore
cars and Air Zoo planes
by onjaysun of frogtown
Monday, Detroit, Ford
Museum/Plant, Tiger scares
gnome, Marvin's Machines
by onjaysun of frogtown
Sunday, Cleveland rocks
Indians win big, fine church
folks Golden Corral
by onjaysun of frogtown
Conclusory screed
Boring illusory need
Pray, who should we feed?
by Maestro of Manhattan
Those who long to teach
Might seek another forum:
SoundHaiku dot com
by Maestro of Manhattan
Topical haiku
Drafted as to enlighten
Miss the point by far
by Maestro of Manhattan
Tattoo of a butt
With a butt tattoo on it
Applied to my butt
by Maestro of Manhattan
Callipygian
Possessed of shapely buttocks
Take that, Mix-A-Lot
by Maestro of Manhattan
Bush, a man of word
People stealing what
by Fed up tax payer of Dry land above sea level
No one gets it right
Kanye West is ignorant
poor white people died
just as poor black people did
george bush hates us all
by Anonymous Poet
tessellated tiles
hard to look at when sozzled
as it is to say
by ash
This fortified wine
Has rendered my tongue purple
Like the exposed head
by Maestro of Manhattan
Crepuscular fiend
Denizen of the twilight
Flashing lame tourists
by Maestro of Manhattan
Its been twelve years Kate
Your new single really is
"King of the Mountain"
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, AZ
you know its bad
when haiku writing on-line
is entertainment
by kgs
Soil the monarchy
Dial seven for regicide
Six feet beneath me
by Maestro
Creativity
Oh, tempestuous mistress
She left me bereft
by Maestro
Drinking your wine now
It goes down smooth mmm
Sue me bi o tch
by yoo hoo
He said to me hey
I said hay is for horses
not going back there soon
by yoo hoo
N.O. cops looting
Generator for cold beers
They are heroes all
by Maestro
Coprophagia
Savory fecal delight
Essen mein sheisse!
by Maestro
My butt itches bad
Leave it alone, it may spread
Preparation H!
by Novus Ogden of NYC
oh learned sensai
it all worked out in the wash
my machine came clean
by ash
It always at least
three of us; you me and the
stomach monsters...Rawrg.
by Liza Lot of Ohio
Feel my pulse vanish
Caress my open thorax
Eat my antennae
by Mort of Paris
Airborne with no craft
Concoction floods the mainline
I mock gravity
by Maestro
Whiskey and cola
Impoverished lad's speedball
Gimme smack and coke
by Maestro
he is not violent man
but ho was ten dollars short
she eats through straw now
by plagiarist
What is a poet?
"All balls, no cock." True, Q-Tip.
A Tribe Called Quest rules.
by flipflopchampion of theleftcoastistherightcoast
i think you're so hot
my loins get all a quiver
lets go to the mall
by Dickie
