Wahey!

This is fine, but the last line should read "that sing at night"

I like this also--it has a nice rhythm to it.

This would make a decent children's poem--and there is nothing wrong with that.

"bogged in the gray slough of factuality." I quite like that line--it reminds me of a couple of people I know.

Al Bashir is now under the chinese umbrella. As long as blood is cheaper than oil, arms trade a very profitable business and the security council a cruel joke, it will be hard to find a cure for the blind eye.

Dark night to greet. Reminded me of Pulp Fiction: I'm going medieval on you.

"Cream carpets were not the best buy, were they? So- where was I?" It made me feel pretty sick, this poem. So I guess it's a good poem.

Is this about Saddam Hussein? If so its brilliant. If not it makes no sense. Happy New Year, and enjoy the hadj.

Verily the most whimsical jape of the season.

Interesting poem ranger, so she upset you then?! Nice use of verse and very morish. Colin

Long. I was waiting for a line to make it worth the read but it did not come. I mean, look at it this way: “Scented flowers beaten into retreat by the fiery breath they have bathed in for many days now adding to the heady scent of freshness that sweeps down every street and into open windows filling every sinew and bringing cheer where once was tired damp faces now breathing easy for a while.” That’s tapewormin'. Masked by entertappin’.

Welcome to poemranker FireFly. One thing about this site--if you want to recieve comments and votes on your work it would be helpful if you did the same for others. Now about the poem--two things--you don't have to capitalize the words after every comma--if it was intentional then every word in the left hand margin should be capitalized. Also the tense of the poem is off a bit. everything is in present tense until "the soul retrieved daylight" it should read "retrieves daylight--other than that, not a bad little poem. hope you hang around for a while.

Dovina is right, the rhythm and rhyme are great--nice work.

Tremdously deep, alerting, and faintly distressing.

i'd sooner eat a spoonful of tramp trifle than give this poem a vote of less than eight.

I thought this said "Dream Gower" which could have been about the majestic cover drive of the finest left handed batsman this country has ever produced. However you had to ruin it by not mentioning that at all, and actually having a title which resembles "Dream Gower", instead you seem to have produced a poem which could easily have been written by an eight year old who has been drinking too much pottery glaze.

Had a nice holiday huh!

This is good--I know this is a lyric and it's hard to critique without the music, but to me the rhythm is off in a couple of places--good work though.

Jolly ace.