Hope on - rocks in your barrel or not makes no difference. And the logic isn't.

I like the rhyme, the brevity, and her eye-liner. What I don't get is whether the sloppy hair is yours or hers. Doesn't matter, I suppose, a fad is a silly fad.

Even with helter-skelter grammar, inordinate juxtoposition of voices, and line breaks that a novice could complain about, I followed it and liked it.

CRL... This is better than your previous post. It seems more inspirational and better worded.

One of the best I've read for months. Catchy, great rhyming, and an excellent punch at the end. Favourited.

Another hilarious gem! What drugs are you on? 10/10 for humour. Not.

You'd make a better god than that Christian idiot some people like.

The rhyming is good... and also the last lines. This time I see that you have a title for your poem.

Much too repeatative to carry what little interest there is. These are commonly heard statements that might be made interesting if couched in something unique.

This is a nice sentiment. The copyright note is not needed; you own the poem without that. I would prefer to read your new work, rather than something from 2003.

I just had to read 'Good King Browneceslas' to stop me from dying of boredom

Very touching and effective. You got me.

Sorry for the typo, it was to say here, not ehre.

There have been many peoms and other writings stolen from the internet, and the ones who stole them got a legal documented copyrights. The true author of the poem or writing could do nothing at all about it. I will not post a poem that I have not already paid for a legal copyright on. I have tried to unjoin this this group to no avail. I only came here again because I told my friend about you all. She joined, as I showed her the links to all that was ever said here. I perfectly understood about the remarks made this time. But I do not care to be in a group. I am not angry, nor do I feel any resentment. For one, there is nothing saying that this is a adult group, in which it is. And it is easy access for minors to see all that is said here. Mature is ok, but this group ahs a lot of adult material, and I really do not care about reading pornography. Please delete my membership

I can't get chat to work for me, sorry.

Better than your other one. Here the narrator comes to a crossroads, and rather that taking the path the average poet would have made him take, he chooses life. And the style is better here, has meter and some poetic phrases.

Sounds like death itself. The demons perhaps? I could descride either really. Final death is of rot, and this reminds me of some of those movie called The Walking Dead.

If only rocks could talk, for if walls could talk, what stories they could tell. LOL As an artist, I can see where rocks could have stories to tell, as like dead trees. So yeah, they could be poetry. You just made them so. LOL

Was this suppose to be about lightning? Because that is the picture that formed in my mind while reading this. Sounds like the way lightning does around ehre in real bad storms. If so, then this is a good write. But I do agree with Ranger as for the last two lines; To answer all, The crackling calls.

A good concept, and with very good construction. So much truth in what you have written here. "beastliness of man," the cause of it all to start with. And I am not refering to the gender, but man, as in a whole, the human race. And the fury of nature, I guess because I am 3/4 Native American, or perhaps others may believe the same, but I do believe nature gets angry and lashes out.