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Jehler sits in his boat,
a whiskey in one hand, all alone
on command a midget appears

Olly is moving to bama.
no more cold, snow, ice, or wind
Only a memory, the past

Redbeard out on lonely patrol
drives his cruiser slowly thru the hood.
then Latisha climbs on board.

Dark night, all is quiet
ahead on the road, work of art
Orange mailbox is standing proud

Five syllables here
Seven syllables go here
Then five again here

assateague wrote:Five syllables here
Seven syllables go here
Then five again here

If I were going to
Really do things my own way here
I wouldn't care about rules

Assateague went hunting for sprigs
in his toy boat on eastern shore
going to kansas empty handed

Libertarian haiku is liberal with the extra syllables.

Aunt Betty crashed his boat
He has a girls name, Alice Cooper
but no more backstage party's

easily your best. Tom, pat yourself on the back. Officially cool.

You stick it to da man TK! I love your poems! I hate English majors and literature people.

I took AP lit in high school. I hate poetry and abstract thinking.

Still remember I took the AP exam under protest and when it asked you to analyze poems and short stories I gave a literal interpretation of every one. They failed me with a 2. One of my proudest grades.

Damn it, if you write a poem about chimney sweeping. Then the damn poem is about chimney sweeping. There ain't no hidden meaning.


Fuck 'em TK!

Tomkat trolls the web
Waiting for his vacation
Storm, sink the island

I don't know what to make of all this...

flight control wrote:Tomkat trolls the web
Waiting for his vacation
Storm, sink the island

Help! Two thousand worms,
They are dying on me fast.
Will not piss on them

You should put those on the mailbox.

Doc I had a lot of English in college and it drove me freaking crazy as well. Like a dummy I studied American literature which means two months of reading Puritan poetry. I am not making that up. I wanted to strangle the crazy old lesbian that taught that class. This thread is for you Ms. Jackson.

You may notice a certain independence streak that runs deep in me.

I have a bad tendency to want to do things my own way.

I am hoping that some of my waterfowl brothers will chime in with a few verses of their own here


Sent from an undisclosed location in central Kansas.

An emus demise
To sea without gasoline
Pintail blood not seen

Tomkat wrote:Doc I had a lot of English in college and it drove me freaking crazy as well. Like a dummy I studied American literature which means two months of reading Puritan poetry. I am not making that up. I wanted to strangle the crazy old lesbian that taught that class. This thread is for you Ms. Jackson.

You may notice a certain independence streak that runs deep in me.

I have a bad tendency to want to do things my own way.

I am hoping that some of my waterfowl brothers will chime in with a few verses of their own here


Sent from an undisclosed location in central Kansas.

This is pure dogshit.
flip flopping does suit you well
get a grip on life

jehler wrote:An emus demise
To sea without gasoline
Pintail blood not seen

jehler wrote:An emus demise
To sea without gasoline
Pintail blood not seen

Ouch!

A midget man stands
The monkey brothers lend hand
A hunt for the books

Olly wrote:A midget man stands
The monkey brothers lend hand
A hunt for the books

nice work, monkey bros, LMFAO

jehler wrote:An emus demise
To sea without gasoline
Pintail blood not seen

Who could this be about?

Olly wrote:A midget man stands
The monkey brothers lend hand
A hunt for the books

HAHAHA

The coyote approaches the stand
He is hungry and wants to eat
A rifle shot, and sleep


Green heads glistening in the sun
five hundred wings beat and then cup
Roar of the benelli, death

Duck dick duck dick duck
Dick duck dick duck dick duck dick
Duck dick duck dick duck

Bootlipkiller wrote:I don't know what to make of all this...

Boot slowly circles the lot
Alert for crooks, drunks and child molesters
making sure target is safe

Tomkat wrote:The coyote approaches the stand
He is hungry and wants to eat
A rifle shot, and sleep


Green heads glistening in the sun
five hundred wings beat and then cup
Roar of the benelli, death

Tomkat no 5'er
no seven no eleven
just a shit maker

Old pond
frogs jumped in
sound of water.

A lone mailbox stands.
Against a bumper is slain.
Orange glory reigns.

The tired Dr turns 40
A mortgage, an exwife, and more patients
Obama won't steal his watch

Opening bid is way high
Diamond Joe dont play games that way
Hoped to get some hotwheels

Home alone, neighbor didnt call
Taz smells but is still his friend
Another night with kentucky deluxe

ManlyMan wrote:Old pond
frogs jumped in
sound of water.

heres your shot hold still
its in my finger dammit
i have a boner

Flightstopper Haiku

A nice guy to know
He is from way down in Texas
But he shoots a Stoger