So, Edna, who is the anonymous admirer? That's what I'd like to know. And as for sweet, you appear quite bitter, M'lady. Lack of love perhaps? Or an overabundance of self-love? Lack-a-day! Who can say? Still it perplexes me.

Are you actually trying to write poetry? I only ask because you are so bad at it, that you must be having some sort of a private joke with your postings. I am a bit curious as to your intentions.

Sweet, good rhythm too

It is a bit better with a rhyme at the end. I suppose a belt is a comforting way to remember a pet unless the fit is tight. As a whimsy this is okay. I up my zero to a one.

It starts off well (although 'broken backs/cold mountains' - are they deliberate references to two films which I never went to see?) but loses the thread a little in the final stanza. The Greek references clash too strongly with what you talk about previously; I'd try to either chip them out or make them more subtle.

I just read this through again. Fantastic. I think I'd give myself if I could.

Y'ever thought of writing something good?

Laughably bad.

Much better than the other lumps of crap you wrote. But still 0/10.

Pointless.

Pretty good fun, although the rhythm trips in places. I like the last two lines especially, and am tempted to give this a ten to make up for the fact that CLS isn't here any more and would undoubtedly have seen the truth in here. After all, in the -=Middle_Ages=- it was normal behaviour to burn people who weren't honest, proper Christians - but now it's somehow become socially unacceptable. I mean, what's all that about?

The last stanza is good, I don't much care for 'given from the heart' though. Is the opening verse yours?

"just because my associate happens to be psychologically challenged with retarded glee, and 'cause my fashion sense is rather shabby..." ...is wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. Although you used 'glee' earlier in the piece, not that I'm complaining or anything.

AWWWW...sending my deepest comforts to you...this is good...:) Bethy

Hello my friend...once again a great entry...its time for me to throw out all my dried flowers from my dates of days gone by...lol :) Bethy

Lupine being an American variant on lupin. I double taked at that, I mean if someone said they had brought a wild lupine to my door I would have expected a wolf. The first verse is a terrible cliche.

Hi Rockmage! Like this type of poetry...you always surprise me...your style is unmatchable<<is that a word...lol well I like this one! :) :) Bethy

The first verse-- dear God. The embdashes from then on are utterly misused (the one after shaping is ok at a push). The ending is too abrupt. Having said that I like the idea that they put his ashes in a pot he was shaping because he died at a potter's wheel. I would go for more descriptive language for how the pot is being raised.

I liked this bit: 'honey, was my need./He handed me sugar,/his number,more tea. That he was called Jeff amused me forced rhyme?

If this is a limerick then I am a banana.