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This is a nice post Amanda. What appeals to me most is the way you break your lines--something I have trouble with--keep up the good work.

Quite nice, but not too much about the joys of farting.

Quite nice, but not too much about the joys of farting.

This would get a 10 except that you fucking can't spell "tongue".

Jolly nice. I have seen several of these.

Is this supposed to be funny or clever? And you actually went to the trouble of writing it? This I guess is effective as pretty makes me despair of the whole human race, and suggests that if we were all wiped out in a nuclear holocaust it wouldn't actually matter; in fact, it would be a good thing because this poem and its shitty pseudo-post-modern 'ooh look at me I know some dirty words' stunted aesthetics would be destroyed for ever.

You must have known that anonymous turd was inevitable. But hey. This is great, although 'around' (line 1) probably sounds better as just 'round', and 'I believed that you were actually dying' fucking creeps me out. It moves really well, really quickly, and the last line is a killer.

Too many uses of 'his' in the first two lines for my liking - change it to '...dips a brush'. Not sure about a contemplative hat, but I do like the rest. 'Clad in kindness/optimistic likeness' is a really good bit of wordplay there.

Nice. Reminds me a bit of "i like my body when it is with your body".

Being a Tolkein geek I have to love this, although I wonder how it would work if you set it out simply as prose. Personal preferences would be to for 'the child of myself', and if you could find something other than 'washed' (overused, in my opinion). 'I stood on the parapets of man' is wonderful and the ending carries a message that will never get old.

I like the idea, but it's overdone in a few places; toning down the language here and there would work well for me. Also, you keep a strict pentameter as far as I can see, but the metre's messy - it's mostly where the 'big words' come in, but you can also get away with varying the syllable count now and then to play with the metre.

I'm tempted to suggest adding rhymes to this - it needs to move a little more easily.

Well, I think this is marvellous to read but if you want me to find any meanings below the surface it'll have to wait awhile.

Turgid, dry and ultimately disappointing.

Tired, sweaty and rather desperate.

Ecellent, not magnificent use of the wrod "prodding"

Wooly and ultimately a bit of a failure. Shame it semmed infused with the portents of excellence, only to leave one slightly stained.

Like a big bowl of cornflakes.

"but 'ware" could be "beware" I think. Some repetition of ideas and a few too many words, like "always" in Line 2. "Fear not the scarecrow" is good.