Re: Heartsong by RobinGayle -=Dark_Angel=- 15-Aug-02, 02:42 PM I have no heart, Sir, for it was taken from me in a Pigge Fight in 1374. Ah, yes, I remember that Fight well. It was I and Porky McFibbs the pig farmer on a sunny afternoon in the Belvedere suite, enjoying sherry and light chat on the poop deck... Oh, I do hope you'll forgive me, Sir. I must go to town at once to buy a Shoehorn, for mine seems to have snapped in some sort of mating frenzy. Good day. Re: Ah! That Love Would'st Lead Me by Eg gbertShootsFire horus8 29-Jul-02, 07:48 PM p.s., you do not shoot fire eggbert, you shoot kale, fluffy green kale, into the iguana aquariums at a petco somewhere in fallon, nv. you have a hang-nail that never goes away, and your mother would make you wear those hush-puppies (shoes) with the scuff proof toes (almost until sixth grade) your dad works at the ford plant. and your brother has been giving you wedgies since you can remember for no particular reason other than the fact that you are a "hopeless romantic" that will never get laid cuz u sound like a self righteous twit. the more well read you try to sound the more comic book you display. "Look down", "see that?". That's my hoof mocking your sugar shorts. Oh nelly? DUCK! Re: untitled 2 by yOum|n -=Dark_Angel=- 08-Aug-02, 04:58 PM As soon as I read the title, I knew this poeme was going to be deep. But I did not realize how deep. It really touched me like no other poeme ever has! The struggle to reach the safety of shore symbolizes my own struggl e with obesity. As I struggle to reach the T.V remote, I am left with two choices: 1)Get up and walk to the remote 2) Eat until I grow so much flab in that direction, that I can reach it without moving. My butler is preparing the necessary foods as we speak. Re: Nobody's Diary (a guide thru chaos) by horus8 horus8 07-Aug-02, 04:31 PM words you say aye..and of on all days my birth day..you are swill and should be bent at the knee. but since i'm drunk i'll only pee. on your dog and flowers too. on your front porch is my flaming poo! that's how we greet 'micks' where i'm from. a golden place with dark black rum.. oh doylum rules..bannana peel slide.. then off into the night. I have more potatos and shredded leprachaun-stew.. stop by..it's my party damnit..and i'll cry if i want too! i'm being rude to my guests by being ruder to you. but rest assured my young tender lad you are HUGE in my HUGE mind. And as bill murray once replied brilliantly, "at least i've got that going for me". caddy shack (the orignal) Kenny loggins is your father. repent! Re: AIDS in a Glass by -=Dark_Angel=- Poetie 06-Aug-02, 11:26 AM I hate you, i don't hate anyone in the world but you, I have family that has perished from this disease and it isn't funny. You dissgust me. I want you off this website. Dose anyone agree with me? Re: I Hate You by raven18 -=Dark_Angel=- 05-Aug-02, 07:58 PM It's really "sad" the way so many people on this site resort to saying "-=Dark_Angel=-'s poetry is crap, therefore his criticisms stem solely from jealousy of your wonderful talent. " Can't you see I'm NOT TRYING TO WRITE THE SAME SORT OF POETRY AS RAVEN18? Why would I be jealous of someone who didn't have anything I wanted? I criticise raven18's poetry because it's trying to be meaningful (or whatever), and it fails. Miserably. You may criticise my poetry, but you don't mention in what respect it is lacking. You just vaguely insinuate that it's substandard, in a smug, knowing sort of way. Which is what I would expect from most people, since the default reaction on reading a poeme about something that is "childish" or "insensitive" or "crude" is to tell themselves that it's awful, because their brains would explode if they abandoned for one moment their constant desperate attitude of trying to have the same opinions as everyone else. What standards, exactly, does -=Dark_Angel=-'s poetry not meet? (And don't say something obvious and crap like "maturity, for one. Sensitivity, for another". Those are bullshit standards.) Re: My ode to "the artist" by Agemo-Z horus8 05-Aug-02, 11:59 PM "bat dancing" is what carmen electra taught pr ince to do when he was out filming "art-noir". it's wear he pretends to be deep by riding motorcycles, wearing dark glasses, and strutting his terminaly missinterpreted "boo hoo my daddy was mean to my mommy and i come from a mixed marriage". whinery (lets all take a moment for mr.1999 okay! fuck him, which you would) (i forgive you, cuz his cock has been run over by a crash up derby anyway) regardless, i like when doves cry, he doesn't. point is, he's a huge male dyke that prays on the minds of young women with "mothering complexes", have fun with it, doesn't that sound like a heroically challinging sphinx with a riddle! heres a haiku for you! /prince "the moose knuckle"./ /he is neither black or white./ /that's why he's so sprite!/ Sponsored by, <fermentor "why stink when you can ferment!".> <and tuna trap 'the hookless way to fish> Re: I Hat e You by raven18 -=Dark_Angel=- 30-Jul-02, 03:41 PM Your inability to produce worthwhile verse, or to make any insightful observation, is matched only by your inability to correctly write my name. It is spelled with two hyphens, two equals signs and an underscore. I went to the trouble of legally changing it, so you might as well get it right. Re: Walls by razorgrin razorgrin 13-Aug-02, 12:03 PM Darling, your brilliant use of the English language astounds me. "Drivel" is a noun, not a verb. What on Earth is your degree in? Business? I'm sure you were at the top of your class at the Sad Redneck Community College, really you were. you said you'd voice your precious little opinion and move on. I'm waiting. You must be very mature for your age- what are you, 19? The object of the site is to discuss poetry as you said (so observant!) (you get a special short-bus, rubber-undies h ead-pat!) so why are you doing nothing more than writing your "deep" "hip" little snippets of your dramatic little life and bragging about the fact that you took English in college. English is for useless failed writers. you should have taken some real co urses. -=Dark_Angel=- 13-Aug-02, 12:08 PM Your idea of what 'd.a.' likes is so wildly inaccurate that even Poetie probably has a better idea. The fact is I have hardly said anything about what I like. Does this mean I don't like anything? Of course not. I could give a long list of what I like, but I think that gushing about one's interests and / or 'passions' is one of the most odious things a human being can do. Let's just say that, if what you just said is an accurate representation of your opinion, then what you think I like is almost nothing like what I like. I do not go overboard on praise. Perhaps I go overboard on criticism. You go overboard on praise. Maybe I'm missing something, but it seems to me that constantly feigning orgasm over poemes doesn't prove anything about your ability to appreciate fine poetry. Especially in your case, since 90% of the time you're fucked out of your brain and find everything either awful or divine. The trick is to get over your own sense of deliberately-self-induced 'child-like wonder'. I may write a book on all the bullshit I have in my brain just to get it out of the way. The central theme will be something to do with people's incessant clinging on to 'seeing the world like a child' and constantly telling themselves things are wonderful and special and magical. That is why people clap when a cripple wins a race. They want to live in a world in which things end up like in children's books. It makes them feel safe and happy. Part of this illusion is approving of everything that initially seems good, or even better than average. This is a child's way of thinking. To write poetry about musty book shops is trite. It may evoke nostalgic feelings of childhood wonder, but then what doesn't? It doesn't make the poem any good. It is trite to write poetry about: sunny days, lost love, the futility of existence, etc, etc. Anything that evokes a sense of nostalgia for childhood is probably a bad, simply because the author concentrated on creating a vague longing rather than any actual message. This is good if done properly; however, even though it is usually not done properly, people still clamour about how beautiful it is. Your teachers have probably told you to make it 'real' when you write. How can you make poetry real? By saying the thing you want to say in the most genuine way you can; you should try to be as accurate as possible. Part of being accurate is shedding your set of cosy habits, among which are: the habit of believing your own hype, the habit of clinging on to good first impressions, the habit of believing that rush-of-pleasure-chemical- in-brain= beautiful and right and good and special and wonderful and childlike and a daisy being picked by a three year old in a sun hat who gives it to her mother and they drive to a pool party and laugh and then someone throws a brick at the child's head. I doubt anyone's still reading, but the real point I want to make is this: don't let the desire for good poetry let you believe that bad poetry is good. Edotorial note; I know very little. I spend hours getting ready for my master. He greets me with a loving backhand. My face is powder white. Your voice is strong and commanding. I get on my knees for you. All of your friends too. My only desire is to please you. "From the actual journal of a missappropriated geisha". Copy right of "The Bachus Rhetorical Tribunal". 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