Haiku maybe help? (now also with limerics!)

[WanderLady]

"Light entertainment -
though with a dash of culture -
is the purpose here."



Aye, entertainment -
Mine with a sense of purpose -
To culture you, here.


Of clay we are made.
NONE greater than the other
Wrought by THE LORD'S hands.

A Loving Artist
Molding, shaping, creating -
A True Art Master.

[Trapezoid]

Religious or not
It isn't bad poetry
So each to his own

[Timosity]

We are created
With penis and vagina
The sperm and the egg

This clay you talk of
A pumpkin patch I was told
We came from the sea

May lightning strike thee
Who blaspheme under a tree
With a kite and key

[WanderLady]

Dearest Trapezoid,
The LOVE is not mine alone,
So to you I give.

But not mine own LOVE
do I give. Heavenly LOVE.
Pure, True, Loving LOVE.

[BruisedWeasel]

From the Goddess' love
and God divine come mankind.
Christ mere prophet but-

Wisdom is truly
divine in origin, why
claim only godborne?

Man too makes many
wise thoughts, of love and hate. Sad
that some think man can

only know murder- sin.
Jesus was Man, Man is d'vine.
Pest'r not with relig'n.

apostrophe make
2 syllable into 1.
Push rules for much fun

[Las Naranjas]

wait, I am confused
for love is not my armour
it is my amour

but bad puns aside
all we put into haiku
becomes radiant


---edit---
Christ, can't Sri Lanka
Run between the wickets well
billions of run outs

[Czar]

Now, it is time for me
to beat the record
and put more lines
than EXPECTED in a HA-I-K-I-U
E-R-R , did i spell that right...

[Pumaman]

Czar, cease and desist
your non-Haiku sentences
for we're on a roll

Las you will concede
that Sri Lanka kick your ass
in Ball and Wicket

[Esseb]

Ass, Ball and Wicket?
Chris must have the hots for Las,
but I can't blame him

[TheYak]

I must here concede
The wanderer's prose is good
obsessed though she is

I can see the light
it shone in me long ago
empty words of men

have been put away
in favor of a good heart
God is in us all

Wiccan I am not
but similar in thought yes
find spirit in all

banging head against
a wall can seem like progress
until the head breaks

No enmity I
have for you or all the like
but redundancy?

Repetition is
the work of man I am told
like a scratched record

[WanderLady]

Ah, noble Yakspit,
One learns by repetition
Or one's art be null.

Should not LOVE repeat?
It's what we seek, what we need,
And mine I give thee.

Unconditional.
Life giving, life saving LOVE
Given from above.

[BruisedWeasel]

wiccan I be not
but sometimes I tire of same
message of hope- Christ...

Always always Christ.
i grow deaf, which is not good.
Forgive outburst, friend.

[WanderLady]

Beloved Bruised one,
My inner man cries for thee
with tears and longing;

That your bruise be healed,
LOVE and TRUTH, to you, revealed.
ALL is forgiven.

[TheYak]

If only it were
as simple as she can claim
her faith is not bad

love is, of course, nice
treating all with compassion
what a nice idea

this elixir, love
hope to all it may well bring
but there is a catch

too many speak of
this drink and then hand you a
drinking glass broken

this vessel of love
made by hand of man cannot
be therefore so pure

people point at me
there is a sinner in him
and they cast a stone

there are some that say
this is not what we declare
they lie from cold hearts

cynical I be
but my skin is thick only
by flames of the tongue

[Scummbuddy]

A question haiku
For all who have written here...
Who's used their fingers?

To all you lamers
who use fingers to type out,
for I used my nose.

For last night, carried
away went the girl with tight
straps keeping me bound.

The girl did leave when
ropes tight and wallet empty
No pants have I on....

So now here I sit
praying my friends come find me
'fore my parents do.

[Las Naranjas]

It is as you say
but not at ball and wicket
but a greater thing

Australian team
loses at a fatal point
they are all just cunts

[Timosity]

Lehman we not need
Five games he will miss woo hoo
Deservedly so

The team needs young blood
Spill now or rot progression
They will fill the shoes

[WanderLady]

Your flames do not burn.
Waxed soft is my heart for thee;
LOVE is my desire.

This cup that I bring,
I have had a drink myself;
The cup remains full.

I did not fill it.
I only wish to share it.
As HE, so do I.

[TheYak]

This talk of cricket
overwhelms and confuses
game an enigma

[Helm]

Yakspit not alone,
For in Greece it is also,
Silly laughingstock.