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Re: Waking Up by Edna Sweetlove conny lingers 0:0:0:0:0:0:0:1 10-Mar-21/9:17 AM
How true!
Re: AFV by Count Flatula conny lingers 0:0:0:0:0:0:0:1 10-Mar-21/9:21 AM
DRIVEL
Re: Game Over by nentwined Dovina 0:0:0:0:0:0:0:1 11-Mar-21/12:21 PM
Dismal take on life. Everything ends in death. btw, a twist of the pliers fixed me faucet, and a piece of me torn away saved my life. I too have looked at it both ways.
Re: living stone by nentwined Dovina 127.0.0.1 11-Mar-21/12:30 PM
Peter writes, “As you come to him [Jesus], the living Stone—rejected by humans but chosen by God and precious to him—you also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house.” Is it a fancy flight, a metaphor? a fractal? or can consciousness be squeezed from a real stone, eons ago in some primordial soup?
Re: the edge of creation - spoken word by nentwined Dovina 127.0.0.1 11-Mar-21/12:35 PM
Climbing a mountain, my consciousness waned into delirium. and I could not fees my toes. Lack of thought unsought. Coming down, reality returned, and the end of one tow was black.
Re: nothing to say by nentwined nypoet22 0:0:0:0:0:0:0:1 24-Mar-21/10:20 AM
thanks for... well... nothing.
Re: Game Over by nentwined nypoet22 0:0:0:0:0:0:0:1 24-Mar-21/10:22 AM
last stanza not necessary, trying to be too broad. stick with the image and stop where it stops.
Re: "Threenager" by nypoet22 Dovina 0:0:0:0:0:0:0:1 10-Apr-21/10:50 AM
they carry a boy to his first filled lungs--it works well. his confusion unresolved . . . too late to say goodbye--rather glib, I think.
Re: nothing to say by nentwined Dovina 127.0.0.1 10-Apr-21/10:54 AM
ah, not so, not so, not so. much to say, just play, I say some holds sway, some sinks away take the fun, don't run, you're no bum
Re: HoboArmy Manifesto. by SupremeDreamer SupremeDreamer 127.0.0.1 25-Apr-21/2:58 AM
Eat a dick. ;D
Re: "Threenager" by nypoet22 SupremeDreamer 127.0.0.1 25-Apr-21/3:03 AM
69 gone wrong?
Re: nothing to say by nentwined SupremeDreamer 127.0.0.1 25-Apr-21/3:05 AM
the title sucks.
Re: Starting Over by impert&ent SupremeDreamer 127.0.0.1 25-Apr-21/3:10 AM
Why do you even mention children? For more sympathy? STFU. btw, don't anonymously hate you fucking cunt rag. Sign your name on it. Bitch.
Re: Game Over by nentwined SupremeDreamer 127.0.0.1 25-Apr-21/3:12 AM
I say take out the first stanza.
Re: Bats by Dovina SupremeDreamer 127.0.0.1 25-Apr-21/3:20 AM
Birds eating bats... interesting notion. Your political slant is rather noticeable.
Re: Bats by Dovina SupremeDreamer 0:0:0:0:0:0:0:1 25-Apr-21/3:20 AM
Birds eating bats... interesting notion. Your political slant is rather noticeable.
Re: Waking Up by Edna Sweetlove SupremeDreamer 0:0:0:0:0:0:0:1 25-Apr-21/3:22 AM
"done up both her holes"? nice... except the context is fucked. Unlike you.
Re: Waking Up by Edna Sweetlove SupremeDreamer 0:0:0:0:0:0:0:1 25-Apr-21/3:27 AM
conny lingers 0:0:0:0:0:0:0:1 10 March 10, 2021 9:17 AM PST Anonymous 127.0.0.1 10 February 11, 2021 11:00 AM PST Engelbert Humpalot 0:0:0:0:0:0:0:1 10 February 3, 2021 7:30 AM PST Anonymous 0:0:0:0:0:0:0:1 10 January 14, 2021 10:19 AM PST YOU ARE A SAD EXCUSE FOR A POET!
Re: False Memory by nentwined Dovina 0:0:0:0:0:0:0:1 23-Jun-21/12:03 PM
You call it "false memory" and I hope it is. Otherwise it's a morbid, but uniquely phrased, look back. Perhaps a mind like mine; it can go either way.
Re: Bats by Dovina impert&ent 0:0:0:0:0:0:0:1 21-Jul-21/9:56 AM
Shear numbers; they're in for a haircut, a scalping. Shearing flight, slicing the air. Shearing numbers: as immortalised by Kerouac. And as always he leaned his blind head on his pale hand, all ears opened like the ears of an elephant, listening to the American sounds and mastering them for his own English summer's-night use. Then they urged him to get up and play. He did. He played innumerable choruses with amazing chords that mounted higher and higher till the sweat splashed all over the piano and everybody listened in awe and fright. They led him off the stand after an hour. He went back to his dark corner, old God Shearing, and the boys said, 'There ain't nothin left after that. https://www.muziekweb.nl/en/Link/U00001105001/POPULAR/November-in-the-snow


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