Hey there ecargo, I wasn't going to sign back to poemeranker but I saw you about and thought I'd say the hellos. Long time no speak, how's the kayaking?

I quite liked some of it but then as Stephen will tell you, I'm incapable of disliking anything, and as rockmage will tell you I have no talent, so it's a pretty pointless compliment.

Much better than usual. Almost interesting in fact. Still lacking in humour though.

What the flying fuck is "a seventy-cent hand shandy" ? Or am I missing something just to poetic for words? I assume "Snorkelling Jenny" (double LL please) is a Brechtian reference

Incredible funny. Except you don't know it.

I like your pen-name. It's the best thing about this twaddle.

Wordy.

How romantic.

Christ, how original.

How odd, this must be one of the very few of your items when you didn't vote yourself 10 half a dozen times. Well done!

I see, you have the gall to attack my poetry when you write such drivel as this?.Dear oh dear this has to be worse than your last effort and i wonder how you think you have any talent at all.Even for free verse this has no form at all, the story is rancid like the words nd there is no scope at all. you have used the old i am going to offend everyone approach that seems to be prevelant on this site and your main aim other than writing is to abuse everybody else except certain people. Maybe as you have already said you have more than one name here, they are all the same person you!. I would start to actually read peoples poems and some classical works too such as Shelley, Keats, Alice Oswald, Jane Griffiths etc and read a few text books on how to write poetry as well and then you may actually produce something worth reading rather than this nonsense and perhaps when you should read other peoples work on this site instead of being sarcastic which is the majority of the postings you have put on here.

Well having seen this and your remarks on my poetry i see what a shyte you are. This is garbage crap tedious boring stupid foul nasty unremarkable boring predictable mornic stupid lousy and no imagination at all. Frankly sunshine i would give up and stick to your day job shoveling shyte.

I was swinging with it right up until the last line, with "degree". Some trouble with that. What does it mean?

Ninety percent of the lines are beautiful, but they seem like just that; a collection of nice lines. The picture is vivid, and I think it's beginning to do what you want it to do, but it needs more substance. I'd change the last line as well - it didn't work for me. How's life treating you these days?

Hello Shuushin As yours was the only serious comment on my poem, i thought i would return the gesture and see yours!. Coming from England as i do, l am wondering about some of the spelling? Timthy, is that the way you spell this name in America?. We spell the name as Timothy. A little point which does not distract from the joy of this poem which is a lovely picture of fishing ion a lazy day at the persons favourite watering hole full of the joys of the day and the weather and smell of the scent of the water and scenery around him. Its conjures up a picture that will stay in my mind for a long time. Very enjoyable indeed. Colin.

Hell yes. This is damn good. Line 14 I think you can do without 'the' (trips the rhythm as it is), the rest rocks my world :-D

These personal diatribes seldom work as poems. "Play the red card, walk away" is what we do when no other reason for refusing sex comes immediatly to mind.

The musical undertones work ok, starting with Lennon (presume John Lennon). But for David to express his love with shillings to buy plectrums (very inexpensive) seems weak. Maybe it’s why she walked away. Bringing back the bass voice in her heels is good. Some facts about this I’m not up to speed on.

Shove this rubbish up yo' fat ass.

Flush this crap down the fucking lav.