I find "Programming" a distraction here. This story-poem could be told better, directly in free verse or something.

beautiful

very expressive and real, for once in poemranker history

yay! I love programming poems!

Didn't know that you wrote one about me before I wrote one about you...hehe...Even though I don't think its spost to be nice:( I still am happy:)

I post this in celebration of my 100th Poemranker Poem. Thank you for putting up with my various ramblings.

Along with horus8, you seem to delight in the notion that you're constantly leaping forward poetically and spiritually, unaware that you've merely enrolled in yet another new school of guff. -10-

"We can’t be everyplace at once spinning satellites and planets like plates on poles - yet some try." O how true.

"if the hills sing and the valleys mourn" seems to me to have no meaning whatsoever. What do you think?

I graduate from Poetry School with my Master's in Poetry today. This is a general announcement and has nothing to do with this poem, which I find is almost unreadable and totally, unsurprisingly about SupremeDreamer. -10-

Your poem is young and fledgling, but you show some promise- just expand your topic/style/view of life around you when wielding the pen. Blessed with seven.

Well crafted, swagger, I really enjoyed it over-all, & I don't see anything I'd change or suggest snipping. Blessed with eight.

Yep, it's savvy kewl & gets m'juices sizzlin. Blessed with nine.

-Nod-, Tell it like it is, ole pal. American military control in Iraq is tyrannical, Uncle Sam puppeteers the oil from Baghdad, sandniggers revolt with jihad-- oh, don't forget, now I pay two dollars & eighty cents a gallon, price soon to rise up to three bucks a gal. It's fuckin bullshit, this regimented, puritan cultured country of rednecks with blind & senseless faith; scattered groups of rebels, 'n grotesque individuals socially scorned by the majority of american folk-- a.k.a: Propoganda slaves. Blessed with ten.

Change: "only how to steal break my heart." To: "only how to steal & break my heart." Other than that, its fuckin groovy and sparks my fire- Blessed with ten. Good work.

Well crafted, and was a pleasure to read. Blessed with ten.

This sounds melodic, but when I try to understand it, I come up with very little. I think it needs more than melody.

Nice sentiment. I'd leave out the sugar and spice. And this kind of close feely poem is better for a person than it is for an audiance. If I were the person, I'd give a 10.

You said to me once that much of poetry is about how we feel rather than how we understand. This certainly has to be an embodiment of that principle, since most of it I could pick apart logically, or probably worse, try to explain its significance. Instead, I'll just try to feel it and say that most of it feels pretty good. "What will lifted his legs" - scratch the "will"

A take-off on the poem and the picture where Jesus carried someone in time of trouble. Funny.