Express yourself-in verse

Chuck Easton

posted: 11/21/2011 at 9:42 PM

Here's a phoney haiku from a year or two ago:

Training for the Seattle marathon,

a maple leaf catches my hand.

Bonkin

posted: 11/22/2011 at 12:18 AM

I'm on a diet

but I eat too freaking much

my gut is too fat

Passion is a rather frightening thing because if you have passion you don't know where it will take you.

When it’s all said and done, will you have said more than you’ve done?

jscovill

posted: 11/22/2011 at 6:11 AM

When I drink alone

Beer labels are strewn on ground

For whom to enjoy?

And you know sometimes it gets so painful Just like talking to yourself When everything don't seem to have no rhyme or reason We all go Do do loo do do, do do loo do do Waiting for the sun to shine

Ben_1415

Hey, nice marmot!

posted: 11/22/2011 at 6:21 AM

Is glass hot or cold?

Only one way to be sure.

Ow Ow Ow Ow Ow!!!

Ben "The world is my country, science is my religion."-- Christiaan Huygens

mooyootoo

Tomorrow will be worse

posted: 11/22/2011 at 6:45 AM

Haiku's are easy

but some don't make any sense

refrigerator

CliveF

posted: 11/22/2011 at 10:21 AM

Hills, rain and monkeys.

Baked goods and beer justify

Ritual of pain.

Chuck Easton

posted: 11/22/2011 at 1:35 PM

Wow- real haikus. I'm impressed

Ileneforward

Milktruck say relentless

posted: 11/22/2011 at 5:02 PM

to versify

or not to versify

that is poetic question

Proofread carefully to see if you any words out.

" ..that corner has narrowed to a half-nekkid egyptian wandering about in the cold new jersey nighttime."
~ R2E

Doug B

posted: 11/22/2011 at 5:37 PM

you artsy folks think you're so great. you should see my kid's art. he traced his hand and applied some paint and low and behold... it looked just like a turkey. you wouldn't believe it! a turkey! now that's a true artistic genius.

^{In an infinite universe, the one thing sentient life cannot afford to have is a sense of proportion}

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Walt.RB

posted: 11/22/2011 at 11:18 PM
modified: 11/22/2011 at 11:21 PM

The typeriter is crating
A revlootion in peotry
Pishing back the frontears
And apening up fresh feels
Unherd of by Done or Bleak

Mine is a Swetish Maid
Called FACIT
Others are OLIMPYA or ARUSTOCART
FRAMINTONG or LOLITEVVI

TAB e or not TAB e
i.e. the ?
Tygirl tygirl burning bride
Y, this is L
Nor-my-outfit
Anywan can od it
U 2 can b a
Tepot

C! *** stares and /// strips
Cloaca nd + -
Farty-far keys to suckcess!
A banus of +% for all futre peots!!
LSD & $$$
The trypewiter is cretin
A revultion in peotry
" "All nem r =" "
O how they pound away
@ UNDERWORDS and ALLIWETTIS
Without a.

FACIT cry I!!

 ~


A great poem. 
I think about this (Written in 1920, D.J. Enright) when I get typo-flecked texts from people.

I like running alone.

dallas

Hoodoo Guru

posted: 11/22/2011 at 11:59 PM

Early morning start

Hills are quiet and mine alone

Flying Monkey sucks

The tangents are moot.

Set the bar low. Crawl under it.

Chuck Easton

posted: 11/23/2011 at 1:34 AM

Quote from Doug B on 11/22/2011 at 5:37 PM:

you artsy folks think you're so great. you should see my kid's art. he traced his hand and applied some paint and low and behold... it looked just like a turkey. you wouldn't believe it! a turkey! now that's a true artistic genius.

One, two, three, four, five

Small hand turns into turkey.

Gobble, gobble, gob.

Chuck Easton

posted: 12/7/2011 at 3:28 PM

Swans are in the fields

winter solstice approaches.

Running in the rain.

R2E

"run" "to" "eat"

posted: 12/7/2011 at 10:00 PM

spinach for supper

and coffee with my dessert

i just might explode

i find the sunshine beckons me to open up the gate and dream and dream ~~robbie williams

Turbolegs

posted: 12/7/2011 at 10:57 PM

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Some poems rhyme

This one doesnt ....

(not my own)

I dont sweat. I ooze liquid awesome.

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