Woman

The arch of your back
The soft warmth of your belly
Your welcoming smile

You're oh so long legs
The shap of your firm bottom
Your so tempting lips

Your arms that hold me
Your smouldering misty eyes
The slop of your breasts

God I love Woman!!!

Nice! Getting betterr
Soon you'll be writing good stuff
Childish repost though

You, a year older,
master critic of the universe,
but none the wiser

Getta' Life roosts high
'yon perch cock-a-doodling
blinded by the light

of self-importance
strutting to and 'fro till
the silver fox springs

a feathery trail
leads us to the den wherein
this tale of hubris........
ENDS

Welcoming embrace
Thrill of anticipation
In my lovers arms

Promising ecstasy
Pleasure flooding my body
Gently you touched me

Fresh cut strawberries
My tongue follows the Juice trail
Missing not a drop

Your audible gasps
Wild taste on my tongue
Your body shaking

We float on desire
Drifting souls in harmony
Music of Angels

Fulfilling desires
The worlds pulling away
fading to dissolve

Your American!
So you are allowed to be
Stupid! Global time????

Think outside the box????
If you can? Which I doubt.

And I'm 63
and today's words were better
Some content at least!

my daughter's a whore
i shall convert to islam
and execute her

those who relish DARK
give pause when DARKNESS falls
hard on their daughter[s]

power...control....rage
RAPE is a four letter word
not LOVE..FUCK...just HATE

'neath "pure conscious acts"
unconscious dissonance sneers
ensconced in shadows

i don't hear voices
rape is a rational choice
a pure, conscious act

My great worry...that
some do not discern between
written thoughts and acts.

Child porn and rape
fantasies?...realities?
the line blurs...HORROR

I just wanted to say
I like what people were
writing on here...dark

and provocative

then some folks pick up
signs, protest and whack me in
the head, love, not war!

isn't love a kind of war?

scorp's view straight & true
on this bad haiku chessboard
moves and counter-moves

kings anoint knights
an ego-pissing contest
where no side concedes

do the stupid know
when to quit or their limits
what's the edge of this?

barometer of self
ego pushed to the edge of
the edge till broken

it doesn't matter
what is said if one is hard
wired to compete, nuttin

is good enough, everyone
else is the fool, not me! not me!
punch in the ego

it's a blitzkreig of
words, they come and go like the
weather, breaking up

pompous academics
thinking they have the wal mart
of the poet's guild

then the invention
too much attention confronts
too much retention

we have left it all
behind, and there is not a
lick of turning back

how stupid are we
all, narcissism says you
are so great, but to

argue? what's the point
reaction, counter react
the name of the wars

they who cast stones think
they have the law in their hands
till cast back at them

the ripples still splash
the critiques, menz only club
da treehouse mind lives

feet of clay have we
let no one forgets this truth
'lest we cast sharp stones

there is "No Exit"
from the band of bad haikus
fifty thousand strong

mundane drivel, rants
from a pubescent manchild
leave while you can!!

up at four-thirty
casting stones at bad haiku
welcome to the club

working the night shift
"Get A Life" gropes in the dark
but can not find ONE

Just page after page!
Saying absolutely squat!
seriously STUPID!!!!

Read with disbelief
How stupid are you? Yes you!!
Such mundane drivel!!!

tell septic I say
hi, like your shit, wish you'd smear
more of it on here

I don't think some folks
know any better because
they're young and bored and

the world would be much
better off if they were young
and busy, and happy

kind of like the dumb
things professional wrestlers
say, male soap opera

the threats people make to
one another on line or
old gangsta rap songs

what's the deal with whack
jobs on line and in real life
who have nothing but

simple minded hate
for anything and all that...
wait a minute

that used to be one of
my hobbies...

well since people seem
to think implied murder on
a bboard devoted

to poems is ok
need to say my own path is strewn
with the bones of gimps

who needs a soul
when there's flesh to mutilate
god is tangible

Fingers poised to press
keys that smell like new plastic,
I count syllables.

view their common traits
dead-eyed, vacant and godless
their souls have left

sans superego
join the club.. Gacy, Bundy
Manson and Dahmer

a Buddhist tenet
water seeds of deep kindness
not vulgar nor crass

libido driven
no conscience behind the wheel
a swath of carnage

thanks superego
next time i need life advice
i shall come to you

your darkest thoughts lie
where light displaced, entwines
death's frigid fingers

how to win the war
eradicate all muslims
paradise on earth

nightfall chill
i could not get you
close enough

Tiger, silly man!
Don't mess with a trophy wife.
Duck! She's got your club!!!

papier-mache mask
evoking gasps from the crowd
the ghost speaks....nothing

pustular acne
a zit-popping paradise
lots of Kleenex on hand

bad haiku dot com
with nothing better to do
sitting on my ass

waiting for relief
time ceases to pass by me
she is on her way

a funeral for you
is coming along your way.
get out of the way.

down syndrome darling
most men would never have you
let me wipe your drool

watching a movie
lamest thing ive ever seen
pulling the trigger

Sitting at my desk;
typing on my computer
trying to pass time.