Serbo Secret Service
"a piece of shit"
High school dropouts
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
Haikuing away
all my life and midnight oil.
A labour of love.
by waster
life imitates art
just like art imitates life
both are pretentious
by ash
yeah like now i can
be like an artist because
i have been published
by llamo linda of san antonio
I go beer hunting
With Dick Cheney. My advice
Better to duck hunt
by Brady of Toronto
Don't write a poem
Write its shadow. Lose yourself
Lost, like tears in rain
by Brady of Toronto
Untitled number IV - (Brady of Toronto)
Anonymity
Is it the burden of the
depersonalized?
by Anonymous Poet
Metapoetry
Really doesn't lend itself
to the Haiku form
by Brady of Toronto
'Anagram poem'
Through Haiku shuffle - becomes
'A rag man poem'
by Brady of Toronto
So, does mean mean 'mean'?
Mode, median, average?
or more, 'Just plain mean'?
by Brady of Toronto
Haiku hommage à /apologies to Umberto Eco
Literary texts
suggest fields of meaning.
Not strings of meaning.
by Brady of Toronto
Trifurcated place
uža Srbija, and her
two thin, mean sisters
by Aleksandar of Toronto
How the weather is
How the weather used to be
How do we ignore?
by Brady of Toronto
The monkey points and
laughs at me, why must it be
that he laughs at me?
by Ulalume
You are my besfriend,
but vodka is my mistress
how'bout a threesome
by Ulalume
Sensual seduction
I talk to her on the phone
She gets excited
*
She tells me she
by Mighty meaty matey
anonymity
it wasn't my intention
'scuse my clumsiness
not every poet counts, even if their poems do
by ash
Being at loose ends
no responsibility
[someone] goes free from liability
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
Wonder wonder
who counts then
when all's lost, noone's there
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
serbians don't count
or else perhaps they just can't
lost in translation
by Anonymous Poet
Serbians like crows
serbs like does
All in all, disaster
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
Sporadic server
problems in data centre
cause haiku downtime
by Janis
Planning my summer
Anyone want a visit
From a vagabond?
by Ryan of Korea
Nice word use, images.
Let us hear some more, Milos,
prolific writer.
by Anonymous Poet
Woolgathering away
Those thoughts of freedom
Liberty no more
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
I, a foolish friend
they choose their mate
An enemy
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
Milos getting shafted
and encapsulated
Friends care less
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
They won
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
her firm round breasts rise
in the anticipation
of His loving touch
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, AZ
her arm touches His
a cool breeze flows from His lips
subtle goose bumps rise
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, AZ
skin soft to the touch
the rise and fall of her breast
my gentle caress
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, AZ
Go 1st Ab
smoke them out
these killers
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
A clean pass
'tween her legs
Ref. screams for a penalty
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
Beckie was here
as i waited
a big karmic minute
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
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
by William Nippress
I slept w/ Calipso
only in my dreams
She won't lemme go
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
Double you dash
Tee dash
Eff question mark
by sAiyAnstAr of The land on top if the world was upside down
Tender egos flare
lash out like a whipped puppy
tail between the legs
by Betty LeBomb
baby-fat goddess
i would love to "get a grip"
as you tell me to
by Anonymous Poet
Balls cupped in his hand,
my nipples are like bullets.
Pubes tease my buttocks.
by Pokeaman of Sodom
She said, 'Son, you know,
you're an ugly boy, but I
love you anyway.'
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, AZ
She made me feel like
I was a good looking boy
despite my strange genes
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, AZ
And she said, 'You know
you're an ugly boy, but true
beauty lies within.'
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, AZ
Those purple monkeys
They'll soar onward through the stars
Until they reach it
by flibberjig
the acid test is
etching burning loving words
with jagged glass heart
by masquerade
motormouth shut it
corporate message man is
speaking words of love
by masquerade
he seemed so daily -
extra-ordinary man
timeless in thinking
by spring starburst
