How the weather is
How the weather used to be
How do we ignore?

The monkey points and
laughs at me, why must it be
that he laughs at me?

You are my besfriend,
but vodka is my mistress
how'bout a threesome

Sensual seduction
I talk to her on the phone
She gets excited
*
She tells me she

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anonymity
it wasn't my intention
'scuse my clumsiness

not every poet counts, even if their poems do

Being at loose ends
no responsibility
[someone] goes free from liability

Wonder wonder
who counts then
when all's lost, noone's there

serbians don't count
or else perhaps they just can't
lost in translation

Serbians like crows
serbs like does
All in all, disaster

Sporadic server
problems in data centre
cause haiku downtime

Planning my summer
Anyone want a visit
From a vagabond?

Nice word use, images.
Let us hear some more, Milos,
prolific writer.

Woolgathering away
Those thoughts of freedom
Liberty no more

I, a foolish friend
they choose their mate
An enemy

Milos getting shafted
and encapsulated
Friends care less

They won

her firm round breasts rise
in the anticipation
of His loving touch

her arm touches His
a cool breeze flows from His lips
subtle goose bumps rise

skin soft to the touch
the rise and fall of her breast
my gentle caress

Go 1st Ab
smoke them out
these killers

A clean pass
'tween her legs
Ref. screams for a penalty

Beckie was here
as i waited
a big karmic minute

As self expression
Argument could be proffered
For sexual congress
*
Try a new chat up
And next time you get turned down
Its self expression

I slept w/ Calipso
only in my dreams
She won't lemme go

Double you dash
Tee dash
Eff question mark

Tender egos flare
lash out like a whipped puppy
tail between the legs

baby-fat goddess
i would love to "get a grip"
as you tell me to

Balls cupped in his hand,
my nipples are like bullets.
Pubes tease my buttocks.

She said, 'Son, you know,
you're an ugly boy, but I
love you anyway.'

She made me feel like
I was a good looking boy
despite my strange genes

And she said, 'You know
you're an ugly boy, but true
beauty lies within.'

Those purple monkeys
They'll soar onward through the stars
Until they reach it

the acid test is
etching burning loving words
with jagged glass heart

motormouth shut it
corporate message man is
speaking words of love

he seemed so daily -
extra-ordinary man
timeless in thinking

Fucking shitload of
bad haiku... clogging the web
No-good poetry

Mister would you please
help my pony, he's over
there behind the tree

Don't touch my donut!
Spicy peppers are good... stuff
This is teh haiku!

Consequential thought
Freezes cognitive process
Conclusion not reached

My eyes are streaming
Likewise my nose, coughing phlegm
Do I have a cold?

Crying for the Moon
at best
We are all manner of Milos

Betty L'Bombes
too bad
Think you are fat

Disruptive
one's grammar bad
Some propaganda

New Serbs
bullterriers of the World
Eat one own kind

Time is standing still
but the calls keep coming in
mindless, numbing, empty
*
Insane co-workers
management without a clue
customers of doom
*
the floor has a stain
restrooms are dirty and brown
lights are dimmed and grey
*
I don't remember
How I reached this point in time
the years just passed by
*
Please take me away
to where dreams are still alive
or I might just die

Bad Haiku just is.
Supremacy of wrongness
to piss people off

Worse is better, so
the argument goes. We've had
this debate before.