Make some of these thoughts stretch across the couplets.

This is a real life experience, and I have been finding it difficult to explain it poetically. I have made an effort to convey this fantastic incident, and am sorry if it is a muddled piece. This incident took place on March 6th 2003 and I don’t think I will ever forget the effect of prayer and doubt our calling to prayer either.

I think this is great

I looked at the clock in the faint moonlight That shone Through the partly open window. It was way past twelve; I scarcely could believe I was in for hallucinations. It beckoned me in firmer tones To get down on my knees. More out of fear not obedience I gave in to its pleas. I prayed five decades of the Holy Rosary And then heard the voice again ‘There is someone out there who needs your prayers And feels My peace flow in.’ It took me a while to go to sleep Feelings of excitement and awe took hold of me. Alas, the day went by and it was almost sunset. I walked down the road and met up with an old friend. I hadn’t met her for a couple of years; And while talking I casually asked her ‘By the way, when is your birthday?’ ‘It’s today!’ she exclaimed! ‘Why do you ask?’ ‘I’ve had the most odd feeling The whole night through I felt that someone was praying for me. And I sat up and prayed a whole Rosary. All the weeks worry that burdened me Seemed to vanish instantly.’ That's your poem, I think.

pretty and all that

So many images put together - seamstress, makup artist, lover - all with viewpoints and imaginations. But it works well. My sister is a seamstress, and she dresses herself.

It's got promise, and for most people, I'd probably give it an 8, but I've come to expect more from you. I imagine that you'll work it out.

oops, *they're*, goddamn it

When I first read this the voice in my head was reading with a whisper and I missed that it was rhymed in an aa bb manner. On second read I heard it and it seems kind of pointless. This is not written in couplets after all. Other than that this is a fine poem. It is devoid of your usual pretention and that is why we continue to argue with you. At the back of our minds we think 'yeah, she talks ass, but in time she'll reflect on our advice and realise we were correct'. It makes it all worth while for me.

Impressive, in a word. *10*

Funny and serious. A good read. Welcome.

very nice..at first I was put off by the length (I have a short attention span), but you pulled it off nicely.

I read that in tests if you place a blanket over the face of a mongoloid baby it sits there placidly. If you put the blanket over the face of a caucasoid baby it gently stirs. If you put the blanket over the face of a negroid baby it throws the blanket off and shoots you with his oozie. I therefore conclude that your poem is factually inaccurate and written by a dimwit. :(

Its a nice piece of work, I havent heard the word mottled used in a while. 8

Yea I really dislike the MAA group( no offence to mother). But they are taking it a little too far renaming SPORTS teams things like cross stitch and sloth. Its like their goal is to baby their kids through life so they grow up gentle. What they don't take into consideration is that in doing that their children never have the chance to rise above, and that doing this creates generations of softcore pussies with "I am the center of the Universe" outlooks on life, never to be sucessful. Love the stories man, keep on truckin, it is nice to see that even though you are blind you have the desire to write.

I hate what the muslim extremists have done to such a peaceful religion.

it could have done without this "blow jobs and black kisses, crackers, niggas and spics" maybe reword it some, the rest of the poem I like alot 8

nice poem but i agree with wilco

What a whore

You know I like this one but you still owe me proof that negro babies shoot you with oozies if you throw blankets over their heads. This reminds me of Jerusalem for some odd reason. 9